November 22nd, 2001

pants

In which I get free stuff left on my car...

About a month ago, while I was working on the artcar, a guy drove by and asked me if I wanted some donations. I said sure. He anonymously left them on the windshield this weekend:




Yes, that's an old-skool 8 inch diskette. The really shocking thing: It was in a SHRINK-WRAPPED box of 10. Apparently he worked at a campus area bookstore that kept them for way too long (well into the 1990's!) in the hopes of eventually selling them. Their conservative inventory practices are my good fortune!

and speaking of fortunes, what the hell does this cookie message mean?

"Alas! The onion you are eating is someone else's water lily."

Sounds more like someone's been eating tiny squares of paper.