Whenever you don't feel like blogging, read someone else's blog. I don't care if it gets you inspired, competetive, or teaches you enough English to write a complete sentence, but if you're ever at a loss for words, that's what you do.
I made copies of my DDR flyer at Kinko's. Kinko's has a new payment method since the last time I checked - you get a card that you add value to. It may speed up service, but that means that now I actually have to PAY the 7 cents to get a single black and white copy, and I have to shame my pants with yet another corporation's card.
Here's what they haven't worked out, though. I wanted 20 color copies of the flyer - that came out to around $20 - so I inserted the card into the machine, it ticked off the appropriate amount each time, and I was done. Then I asked Mr. Nice Happy Clerk Man how much a giant poster-size print would be on the machine, and he said - get ready - it's 1 TIMES AS MUCH. 1 times, will you believe that?
What this means is that no matter what action I take with the color copier - if I print out a page the length of the Great Wall or if I want a copy of a blank piece of paper - it's the same price. That means I could have plastered my school with giant DDR posters that couldn't be ignored. I'll have to see if I can abuse that little bug in the system the next time I have another flag to make...
The reception of the flyers at the school was rather good, meaning none of them were torn down, pretty much because I clobbered the sides of the paper with Scotch tape. And my classmates didn't have much negative to say about it. But did you know that "ghey" is pronounced "ghee"?
While I was posting one of the flyers back, the Special Ed teacher strolled by with a few students and was simply gosh-gollied by the idea of my club. So me, being the nice guy I was, practically INVITED her Down's kids to jump on the pads all lunch. Silly me. Oh well, they'll fail the songs, and treating them like any other member of the club, we'll kindly ask them to wait their turn.
After dropping 80's Boy off, I stopped off at San Rafael High School to say hi to Hannah and the gang and chat it up a bit. Like I always say, ff you can't join 'em, beat 'em. With something hard.
Then I drove one of her friends home and found out that there is an actual person my age living around my neighborhood, and God said it was good.
I didn't get any homework done tonight, I played ball with my mom's dogs (one of whom loses interest if I throw the ball too far because of her poor vision), drew Dr. Evil a few times on my sister's Groupboard, and went to sleep.
Well actually, I'm predicting that I will go to sleep. I'm pretty good at precognition.
..............MURRRRRRRDERRRRRRRRR................
Posted by JeffreyAtW at September 09, 2002 09:50 PM | TrackBack
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