Post by Gilberto on Nov 19, 2011 10:05:43 GMT -5
I've been thinking a lot lately (for no good reason) about a Japanese Army of Darkness movie poster I had signed by Bruce Campbell. It was always my favorite poster, but just recently I realized that ever since I moved to the house I didn't have it hung. I looked through all my posters and realized that I didn't know where it was. What happened to it? I figured it must've gotten lost in the move, left on the truck or something.
This bothered me because I always have this weird fear of moving from one place to another and leaving something important behind. That's always what happens.
So for a while now I've been occasionally wondering "what ever happened to that poster?" Not obsessively, but idly from time to time. This morning I woke up and thought about it again. "I wish I knew what happened to that poster. I hate that I lost it."
So this morning I was drawing and was looking through some drawers for markers or colored pencils. When I went to close the drawer something blocked it. I pulled it out as much as it would come and looked to see what was behind it, and there was the poster! I had rolled it up and put it in a drawer somewhere along the line and it fell out into the back of the dresser. I had apparently overpacked some other drawers too, other things had fallen out to block the bottom drawer. That's why it wouldn't close and why I looked down there.
I could have looked through everything I had twice and never found that poster for looking, but today by some lucky chance I happened to find it, just when I was wishing it would turn up.
You have to appreciate little lucky turns like that when they happen. You don't always get everything you want, but it doesn't take a big win to make you feel good about things. And the little wins seem to come often enough to get you through.
That's pretty much the story.
This bothered me because I always have this weird fear of moving from one place to another and leaving something important behind. That's always what happens.
So for a while now I've been occasionally wondering "what ever happened to that poster?" Not obsessively, but idly from time to time. This morning I woke up and thought about it again. "I wish I knew what happened to that poster. I hate that I lost it."
So this morning I was drawing and was looking through some drawers for markers or colored pencils. When I went to close the drawer something blocked it. I pulled it out as much as it would come and looked to see what was behind it, and there was the poster! I had rolled it up and put it in a drawer somewhere along the line and it fell out into the back of the dresser. I had apparently overpacked some other drawers too, other things had fallen out to block the bottom drawer. That's why it wouldn't close and why I looked down there.
I could have looked through everything I had twice and never found that poster for looking, but today by some lucky chance I happened to find it, just when I was wishing it would turn up.
You have to appreciate little lucky turns like that when they happen. You don't always get everything you want, but it doesn't take a big win to make you feel good about things. And the little wins seem to come often enough to get you through.
That's pretty much the story.
