Trendster
I've recently taken to some activity that I'm not entirely proud of...
No, I speak not of corrupting the temple of my body with sexual intercourse, nor smoking copious amounts of marijuana, nor even downloading some of the finest artsy-fartsy porn the Internet can offer for my viewing recreational pleasure...(none of these things have happened in a long long time).
Instead, I find myself sitting in front of my computer, fingers on the keyboard, Safari booted up and firing away, my wallet open on the desk almost in shame, my debit card naked from it's neat paper sheath and sitting bare on the wood table, almost quivering from the onslaught onto it's personal being that will inevitably ensue...
Yes. I've been SHOPPING ON THE INTERNET!!
Yup. I'm there. I'm hip. I'm jive. Keeping with the times. Growing the ages. Rolling with the punches.
BEING A COMPLETE TRENDY HIPSTER FUCK.
Sorry, that rape of my bank account thing was a bit creepy...
Anyways, it's true. I've been punching digits and addresses and filling orders out and such. I never thought I'd see the day...
It all really started last year when I bought my roommate some bitching pint glasses from our favorite webcomic and the purchase went through and turned out successful. I hadn't really done anything since then, until these past few weeks. I, once upon a time, in my livejournal days, held a contest. The goal was everyone would submit links to teeshirts for sale online and I'd buy the one I liked best. The winner was from a site, Threadless.com, and was probably the coolest design ever. But I refrained from purchasing it, frightened by identity theft and just overuse of my debit card in general. Things have changed though...
The way Threadless works is:
People will submit their designs via a special photoshop format and it will be posted onto the site. The design then would be rated on a 1 to 5 scale by the viewers and depending on it's score compared to the other running designs, it would become part of the Threadless catalog. Then it would be printed in a variety of sizes, colors and styles and available for purchase via the World-Wide-Inter-Web. Their catalog is huge and jampacked with the indiest, artsyest stuff you've ever seen. I've already purchased two shirts from them: Put Pieces Together to Make a Peace, and Calling Home. They were sent to me successfully for a decent price and I was very very happy with the whole transaction.
So I decided to join the Street Team. If I take pictures of me wearing their shirts, I can post them on the site for reduced prices on other purchases. Awesome. And my parents called yesterday. My $250 refund check has arrived and is being deposited tomorrow/today. Awesome. And so now, A Fathom Farewell is soon to be mine.
Awesome.
Eww...shopping...
The design that won my contest has gone out of print, but I put in a request for a reprint. It'll only happen if enough people request it, but I'm hoping.
No, I speak not of corrupting the temple of my body with sexual intercourse, nor smoking copious amounts of marijuana, nor even downloading some of the finest artsy-fartsy porn the Internet can offer for my viewing recreational pleasure...(none of these things have happened in a long long time).
Instead, I find myself sitting in front of my computer, fingers on the keyboard, Safari booted up and firing away, my wallet open on the desk almost in shame, my debit card naked from it's neat paper sheath and sitting bare on the wood table, almost quivering from the onslaught onto it's personal being that will inevitably ensue...
Yes. I've been SHOPPING ON THE INTERNET!!
Yup. I'm there. I'm hip. I'm jive. Keeping with the times. Growing the ages. Rolling with the punches.
BEING A COMPLETE TRENDY HIPSTER FUCK.
Sorry, that rape of my bank account thing was a bit creepy...
Anyways, it's true. I've been punching digits and addresses and filling orders out and such. I never thought I'd see the day...
It all really started last year when I bought my roommate some bitching pint glasses from our favorite webcomic and the purchase went through and turned out successful. I hadn't really done anything since then, until these past few weeks. I, once upon a time, in my livejournal days, held a contest. The goal was everyone would submit links to teeshirts for sale online and I'd buy the one I liked best. The winner was from a site, Threadless.com, and was probably the coolest design ever. But I refrained from purchasing it, frightened by identity theft and just overuse of my debit card in general. Things have changed though...
The way Threadless works is:
People will submit their designs via a special photoshop format and it will be posted onto the site. The design then would be rated on a 1 to 5 scale by the viewers and depending on it's score compared to the other running designs, it would become part of the Threadless catalog. Then it would be printed in a variety of sizes, colors and styles and available for purchase via the World-Wide-Inter-Web. Their catalog is huge and jampacked with the indiest, artsyest stuff you've ever seen. I've already purchased two shirts from them: Put Pieces Together to Make a Peace, and Calling Home. They were sent to me successfully for a decent price and I was very very happy with the whole transaction.
So I decided to join the Street Team. If I take pictures of me wearing their shirts, I can post them on the site for reduced prices on other purchases. Awesome. And my parents called yesterday. My $250 refund check has arrived and is being deposited tomorrow/today. Awesome. And so now, A Fathom Farewell is soon to be mine.
Awesome.
Eww...shopping...
The design that won my contest has gone out of print, but I put in a request for a reprint. It'll only happen if enough people request it, but I'm hoping.
posted by Travis H. Curran at 10/13/2005 05:06:00 AM
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