Typewriter-y goodness

On saturday I got an old electric typewriter. I like typewriters, almost more than computers, because it's such a solid medium by comparison. You aren't going to lose your work if you don't save, and they make a lot more sound. Really, they just sound, and even smell, more... I don't know, real than a computer. But I've been playing with it, and testing the keys, and have come up with some rather strange things. The other day I wrote this:

A letter of Apology, or, lack thereof:

Dear Sir Or Madam:
I realize that at some point I have likely offended you. I would like to make it clear that I do not give a damn. If I went out of MY way to piss you off, you most likely deserved it, and are probably a worthless stupid prick. You have done something to deserve not only my notice, but also my decidedly negative attention. You have obviously discovered that I am a radically cynical bastard, and that I am not to be trifled with. If you have a particular problem with me, you bloody well better suck it up. I am NOT here for your amusement, and I will NOT change to fit your perceptions of an ideal person. I absolutely REFUSE to submit myself to your will, or to anyone's will, for that matter. If you have objections, you may take them to my secretary, who will propmtly and politely inform you that you can KISS MY ASS.

MOST Sincerely,
Alexander Anderson




Wooo! Fun stuff, eh? I also wrote this after reading something on Sarah's blog. I can't remember the exact sentence that triggered it, but I do remember that I thought it was well-written and insightful. Here we go:

There is a feeling of power associated with the act of typing. I think it might be that it's a form of creation, like art or music. By typing out our thoughts and feelings we are comitting our emotions to paper. Though it's not an irrevocable act (there's always a lighter handy if you fsck up), it's a feeling that you have created something that isn't going to go away. Thirty years from now, if it is taken care of, this paper will still be readable. Sure, it'll be a bit faded, but then, all art fades with time. Some of it is rediscovered by each successive generation, like good music or a fun hobby, and some by those who come much later, like the cave paintings in Lascaux. But in the end, creation is an amazing feeling like you've done something that will last and secure the immortalitly of, if not your mind and body, then at least a little bit of your soul.