(from "Copy Sluts"; photography by Maggie Lee) I have been downplaying the need for a home printer all year, but having a home printer that also copies & scans would probably save me a lot of hassle. (Such as the hassle of toting a 32" tv box through an ice storm because my phone died while I was trying to get a return label from Best Buy...I still haven't gotten a return label.) At undergrad we had unlimited copies on the Art Barn Xerox machine which was honestly a dream. I would say that this mostly would have saved me the temporary embarrassment of photocopying my smut in public, but in the past I have had to hand people my smut so they could photocopy it for me, which is a bit higher on the temporary embarrassment scale, but still, as all things, temporary. It's been a rough week for the peddler of smut as first Larry Flynt and now S. Clay Wilson have passed away. (Me, when reading the obituary: "Is this the guy in Zap whose comics I always skip? Yes.") I'm sure there is a larger essay to be written here on gonzo pornography, but I well and truly don't have it in me. I'm on a nostalgia train where it's 1997 and I'm photocopying my one-page comics at Waas Drugstore for 5¢ a page (5¢! I sold them for 10¢), and also buying a cold Coca-Cola in a glass bottle. That sounds really good. This post has been interrupted by a loud knock on the door that announced the delivery of a large parcel. Apparently I can't open this until Sunday. I don't think I can hold out that long.
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