Sunday, May 27, 2012
I forgot what i was looking for when i went browsing through the buffet of Craigslist the other day, but whatever it was - it was not for a hookup with one of satan's minions. but the lure of cheapity cheap art supplies can sometimes cause a girl to lose her sensibility. and there they were - these were the motherload of cheapity cheap art supplies. oodles of pencils and Pitt pens and untold numbers of markers and rulers and calipers and Just Things. THINGS! and the kicker - all in a nice handy dandy case with a handle. yes. and y'all know what a sucker i am for tote bags and sterlite containers and tupperware and all manner of organizational containers. in fact, the Container Store called, and asked about their inventory. (that was a lie). (and please note that my studio & home are cluttered to the rafters with these items. not used yet. but someday. maybe. i just love how they all look fit together, and imagine things nicely organized with M&M's in one, and those candy necklaces in another, etc etc). so i clicked to respond. oh - how much? $25.00 yes twenty five dollars for a cartload of pens, pencils, and all aforementioned confetti. a design student, finished with school, and apparently finished with design or else why sell the tools of your trade? and despite the fact that the ad was about a week old, glorious luck would have it that these self-same items were still available. praise Jesus. (or "Chee-suhssah" as my former pastor used to say). ah-ha! you say. any sensible girl would run run run. alas, she would. but a tingle of sense intact, i suggest we meet at the gallery at a certain time & day. no reply. no show. i re-reply that perhaps there was a better day?? hello?? "yeah sometime sunday would be fine. I live in (a certain) area." hmmm. 4 years of college and that's the best you can come up with, pencil seller? so i name a second time & place - public, and within the area where the minion lives. no response, but i figure i'll head there, as it's a nice day, and husband is watching some racecar thing and overdrinking (i married a hillbilly, and there are just times when being apart is better on my blood pressure and his longevity). plus, i have to pick up stepper from the airport nearby, as she is returning from a cruise somewhere exotic and overdrinking. i wait. 10 minutes late. 15 minutes late. still too early to head to the airport and overpay to let my car sit idle in a slot. at 20 minutes, i start to fidgit with my phone and decide to google his name. now, i'm not one to judge, but if this kid intends to work in the world inhabited by the living at any time, he'd best be advised to restrict his facebook page. because anyone can look up his name and go into the gaping maw of his head to see that design does not figure heavily into his list of favorites. satan worship? check. music to make your ears bleed? check. all manner of goth dress and blood and sacrifice? checkity check check. i threw it into "drive" and drove. even if there were actual pens and pencils and markers in an amazing handled carrier that had cantilevering little compartments spilling over with eye candy, even if, they would be cursed. of this i am sure. i do not need that in my life, any more than i need more of my own life in my life. too-da-loo and good bye. so i went to the airport, dejected and still wondering if there were markers.
at 8:05 PM