Craigslist Ad #3

Typewriter for Aspiring Kerouac-ian

You: silly hipster with a penchant for writing pained prose on the topics of unrequited love and obscure metaphysical curiosities.

Me: Owner of a typewriter which would make writing those inspired musings seem infinitely cooler.

The typewriter: tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-DING!

A bit more about the typewriter:


- great condition Olympia SG-3 manual desktop typewriter - the VERY same make and model that Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist James A. Michener used (see picture below from museum)

- grey with sea-foam green accents (or in more pretentious language: "art deco colour scheme")

- relatively new ribbon and a free replacement ribbon that i special ordered from a crotchety old typewriter repair man who had since retired from the "biz" but still had a basement full of overstock. He sent it in a bubble wrapped envelope. You can have that too if you like. I may have popped some of the bubbles already. I'd say more than 70% remain. Estimated value of ribbon: $7.50, envelope: $1.75, hours of childish entertainment: unprice-able

- QWERTY keyboard layout making for an easy transition from your MacBook Pro

- portable! - weighing in at 35.4 lbs (thank you bathroom scale) this baby can be hauled around to any number of bleeding-heart communist GenX/Y hangouts that make you feel like you're "part" of the "cause" by ordering overpriced beverages and overly dry baked goods (100% gluten/flavour free).

There you have it. Looks like you can still spend every Saturday morning sitting in your favourite moonbeam/hippy-voodoo cafe smugly drinking your shade-grown organic coffee, while wearing your dark rimmed glasses sans lenses, all-season scarf, and ironic t-shirt, as you write your tragic dramedy screen-play in which the protagonist (insert Indie character name that is both quirky but believable i.e: Igby, Large or Gilbert Grape) comes to find meaning in his life after making sense of his dysfunctional upbringing in midwestern America with the help of a quirky yet troubled girl who will ultimately end up breaking his heart only AFTER teaching him how to use it. Shit dude, I think I just stole your screen play. Hey, but don't worry. There are 700,000 other hipsters in this very city writing the exact same movie. And besides, isn't the art more in the process and not the end result? Making money off your dream would be selling out, right? I get you. Deep stuff.

So c'mon hipster. Make the plebs in your hipster herd jealous and buy my typewriter today. They may have the same dark rimmed glasses, the same all-season scarf (my god, do you never get over-heated?!) and the same (albeit with a slight variance in smug humour) ironic t-shirt, but I can guarantee they won't have this typewriter. You will be the Hippest Of Them All (at the Hipster Ball).

$75 and you can be well on your way to the Cannes Film Festival where you will modestly shrug off all praise for your critically acclaimed film and be quoted as saying "I never wanted fame, just a medium to express the beautiful yet tragic nature of the human condition."

*Note: don't bring your fixie to come pick this beauty up. Its HEAVY. Or on second thought, do. That's exactly something a silly hipster would do......

Email me if you're interested or have any questions. I can also give you some suggestions on how your dramedy should end if you need them (how do you feel about land mines.....?)

Michener

Macnabb