So Far so Good
Up to day two here and still hanging tough. This might be a new record. If I make it to day 30 I am going to get a fancy redesign and ask my buddy Ad to help me out, apparently after doing this kind of stuff for 8 years is kind of good at it -- huh... who knew.
So I went to staples tonight. Here is something else about me: I hated school, not disliked mind you, hated school. I went to high school because the guvment and my parents said I had to and because I was 17 when I graduated and the way I saw it I was stuck. I didn't really like college all that much, the school stuff always got in the way of my socializing, carousing, drinking and otherwise no-goodnickness. But I went because ultimately I wanted a job and this leads me to an:
IRONY ALERT!!
I love school and office supplies. Walking into Staples is like pornography for me. I love the pens, the smell of the paper stock, the electronics, I spent about ten minutes looking at -- and being fascinated by -- engineering paper. You see engineering paper is different from regular paper. It is margined on one side. No lines, just the margins top, bottom, right, left all one inch off the edge. And it is GRIDED on the other side. (At this point let me acknowledge that this sounds strange.) GRIDED I SAY and for the price of $6.00 you too can walk around with fancy engineers paper. Now I know you are probably thinking, "But, pray-tell, what would little ole I do with engineer's paper?" My answer is, "Who cares?" I also don't know what to do with a Rolloplanner but you know what, I almost bought one of those as well.
The point is that somewhere trapped in this body (and while we are on the body types I will tell you I am an Endomorph, so there is a fair amount of body) is a scholar, or a writer or maybe an engineer, dying to get out and scream, "Chart. Graph. Venn Diagram. Beat that team as fast as you can." (I wonder if a team of cheerleaders that also studied math would think that is demeaning, or funny?)
Anyway I am sort of rambling at this point. I think in an English 101 class I took in Anderson Hall they called it "Stream of Consciousness." So back to the matter at hand: Staples = porn.
Wait a minute... Suddenly my infatuation for Ms. McClusky in eighth grade is starting to make a lot more sense.
V.
So I went to staples tonight. Here is something else about me: I hated school, not disliked mind you, hated school. I went to high school because the guvment and my parents said I had to and because I was 17 when I graduated and the way I saw it I was stuck. I didn't really like college all that much, the school stuff always got in the way of my socializing, carousing, drinking and otherwise no-goodnickness. But I went because ultimately I wanted a job and this leads me to an:
IRONY ALERT!!
I love school and office supplies. Walking into Staples is like pornography for me. I love the pens, the smell of the paper stock, the electronics, I spent about ten minutes looking at -- and being fascinated by -- engineering paper. You see engineering paper is different from regular paper. It is margined on one side. No lines, just the margins top, bottom, right, left all one inch off the edge. And it is GRIDED on the other side. (At this point let me acknowledge that this sounds strange.) GRIDED I SAY and for the price of $6.00 you too can walk around with fancy engineers paper. Now I know you are probably thinking, "But, pray-tell, what would little ole I do with engineer's paper?" My answer is, "Who cares?" I also don't know what to do with a Rolloplanner but you know what, I almost bought one of those as well.
The point is that somewhere trapped in this body (and while we are on the body types I will tell you I am an Endomorph, so there is a fair amount of body) is a scholar, or a writer or maybe an engineer, dying to get out and scream, "Chart. Graph. Venn Diagram. Beat that team as fast as you can." (I wonder if a team of cheerleaders that also studied math would think that is demeaning, or funny?)
Anyway I am sort of rambling at this point. I think in an English 101 class I took in Anderson Hall they called it "Stream of Consciousness." So back to the matter at hand: Staples = porn.
Wait a minute... Suddenly my infatuation for Ms. McClusky in eighth grade is starting to make a lot more sense.
V.
posted by V. at 11:03 PM
1 Comments:
I am with you, I feel the same way about Staples. Man, how is this for pornography...going to Staples and buying TEACHING supplies. It made me so happy last fall.
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