psipsy

This past weekend went well, with more ups than downs. Friday, gave

aichan95 a treat, in the form of two new tires and a lubed sunroof. Bolted to Waynesboro to pick up even more stuff to sell. Saturday, York Anime Club. Threw all kinds of stuff at those that attended the meeting, which also meant taking requests. Unfortunately for me, that included a request to show Girls Bravo. Read my thoughts on that, if you haven't done so already.

And then, there was Sunday. I dare say, I did quite well in my endeavor to unload old anime stuffs. A good bunch of tapes that I had long since replaced on DVD and were just taking up space, some surplus DVDs that would have been cheaper to get the box set of than to continue buying the singles, some other things that when I bought them, I was like "oh cool!" but then later on it made me wonder why, and at the last moment, someone came around and bought all my Inu Yasha comic books. My friends that shared tables with me didn't do as well, unfortunately. Plus we had to put up with a lingering Transformers fanboy that Patti really began to hate, and

vampyre_miyu didn't display any hatred for him as far as I can tell, although she did seem miffed that he wouldn't buy her Bebop movie DVD, just because it's slightly used. Never mind she was asking only $10. It is largely suspected that he was trying to come onto them. Somehow he took a picture of the three of us. I think his motive is to photoshop his own image over mine, or mark me for death for being an "obstacle" to the fulfillment of some deluded fantasy, or some silliness like that. Or maybe he just means no harm and his friendliness is too aggressive, but better safe than sorry. So I had a few tricks up my sleeve, which included my laptop and some select flash animations.

I made him watch Salad Fingers. I have found that it works wonders as a social weapon. With that, a Joanna Newsom mp3, and maybe even some Yoko Ono, I can really be a sick asshole.

Maybe 20 seconds into the first one, he said "That's... cute." and walked away. Quickly. Then Stacy and I started repeating some of the more memorable Salad Fingers quotes to each other.

All told, I sold enough to cover my share of the tables and another $60, and it got a lot of stuff out of my hair, including the HK DVDs that must have been translated through 5 languages. Stacy also suggested that I probably sold more tapes than Mr. Bootlegger in the corner. Hm, I'm pushing legit VHS tapes for about a dollar each, and he's selling craptacular n'th generation copies of fansubs on the same largely obsolete format for some exorbitant price. Way to go dude, trying to charge $10 or $15 for a tape of something that most anime fans either already have, or can get with little to no cost or effort at all. Real marketing genius. The genius in the corner packed up early, while I was selling stuff all the way to the end.

So after that the three of us toodled around Towson, and then I went off to deliver some replacement Tsubasa cds to

sarahstalcup and met Vivi the kitten. Adorable little kitty, really. But I don't have pets (not counting the stuffed Menchi sitting on my TV) because I'm hardly home enough to care for them.

And in more random news, I calculate that if I put

yamikochan's seats down, and remove the back shelf (yes it's designed to be removable), I could stuff in at least 10 long boxes of comic books. She doesn't look very big, but she is actually quite cavernous!

Ew, someone really let it fly in the bathroom here. Fortunately I have the skill to lift toilet seats using my shoe.

This Kinko's is neat in some ways, such as in that they have control over what muzak stations to play, and not so neat in that the A/C is always on, making me freeze my ass off, and on some days, the wi-fi cuts out at random.

Ooh hoo, this torrent is almost done. Which means I get to go home soon! Yay!