30th
typewriters rule. computers drool.
while at my parents’ house last week, i found something wicked cool in the attic. can you guess? i’ll give you a hint: it’s in the title of this post. a TYPEWRITER!! it may be the coolest thing i’ve ever lugged back from one of my visits. its electric, has a case, and is portable. so while you are quietly sitting at the cafe on your mac book pro…I’ll be sitting right next to you clicking and clacking on my new (old) typewriter.
i’m not so sure where to begin recounting the awesomeness of it. every single time you press a letter, the gadget arm shoots up, hits the paper, swatting it through the ink ribbon. i feel like i accomplish so much with each key i tap, which then motivates me to write more….i’ve already written 2 lame ass killer stories. One was about some detective, and the other is about some dude named Hugh who collects buttons, but is then robbed of his priceless collection by a huge bitch. the stories blow, but typing is a blast. i love my typewriter.
