Sequential Insanity

I'm nowhere near as obsessive about numerical sequences as Spawn the Elder. But I can't resist that one shot in the century at lining up 12/13/14. You'll note that this entry was posted at 9:11 CST. Blogger doesn't let me schedule by the second.

Small detail: I missed the AM round by a few seconds. We don't operate on military time in this house, so PM is fair game!

Hey kids! Let's turn an Oliver #7 into a lamp!

I really, really like the reproduction Edison light bulbs. I really, really hate it when people do stupid, stupid things with them. Like impaling an Oliver #7 to make an ungainly and unattractive lamp. I saw this beast, and others, tonight at a warehouse vintage shop.

This is just wrong on so many levels. At least the other slaughtered typewriters were relatively common.

In the 'life's little ironies' department, these were illuminated with the light on my iPhone as a breaker had tripped and the second floor of the warehouse was nearly dark. I was almost afraid the Zombie Typewriters would rise from the dead.

But wait, there's more! Typewriters aren't the only logical place to put light bulbs. Obviously, old movie projectors need light. And brass microscopes. Yeah, I only obsess about those a bit. Looks so much better with a light bulb.

Let the unbridled rage of the Typosphere commence!