The machine raging against the machine.
When I turned on the receipt printer at work today, you know what it did? It spat out like a whole fucking bumper sticker. Apparently, one of the folks at the crazy bookstore at which I work has somehow convinced it to take a stand against the yet-crazier apartment complex that just sprung up overnight down the street. It seems to be made to produce grey and pink works of art often enough, which are pinned up around the shop in all their margin-abbreviated glory, but it's never tried making a political poster before. I have no idea what it says, because whoever did it severely miscalculated the size at which it would print out. The thing is big enough to be the receipt from buying half our inventory, but each word is ant-sized, about the same size as the hairs on the massive pink mosquito at the bottom of the sheet. It is, however, clear that
FREE TRADE IS A
CONTRADICTIC
Even the machine that prints the receipts opposes capitalism. Why are we in business again?
Also, my dad had me practice driving yesterday. Since I have no idea what I'm doing, I was driving really slowly. So some asshole in a shiny black car had to putter along behind me. He started tailgating me and waggling his arm out his window and generally broadcasting that he was pissed and did not want to be there. So what he did is all of a sudden he passed me, revving like crazy, at like twice the speed limit, like he thought a demonstration might teach me how to drive fast. Jerk. He probably thought someone was waiting impatiently for him to show up, but I'm sure no one wanted him around.
The other day, I saw a big dish of melted ice cream full of M&Ms sitting on a brick wall downtown. The fuck is that. It looked like it'd been there all night. There are children finishing their vegetables for the sake of the children starving in Africa who don't have ice cream, you know. If you're not going to finish your ice cream, don't leave it out to see if it gets a tan.
FREE TRADE IS A
CONTRADICTIC
Even the machine that prints the receipts opposes capitalism. Why are we in business again?
Also, my dad had me practice driving yesterday. Since I have no idea what I'm doing, I was driving really slowly. So some asshole in a shiny black car had to putter along behind me. He started tailgating me and waggling his arm out his window and generally broadcasting that he was pissed and did not want to be there. So what he did is all of a sudden he passed me, revving like crazy, at like twice the speed limit, like he thought a demonstration might teach me how to drive fast. Jerk. He probably thought someone was waiting impatiently for him to show up, but I'm sure no one wanted him around.
The other day, I saw a big dish of melted ice cream full of M&Ms sitting on a brick wall downtown. The fuck is that. It looked like it'd been there all night. There are children finishing their vegetables for the sake of the children starving in Africa who don't have ice cream, you know. If you're not going to finish your ice cream, don't leave it out to see if it gets a tan.