Oot and Aboot with Some Canadian Skeptic

TAM is coming up faster than I expected (due to a terrible accident with a particle accelerator, a box of rubber bands, and a panda bear, I perceive time at a much faster pace than you normal humans....also, I drop a huge brick on the cat every time the phone rings), and I'm finding that funds are terribly short (unlike me, at 5'4", I easily tower above most of the children that I meet, and can easily beat up almost half of them). I was very fortunate to have received a scholarship to go, but I still need to scrounge up the funds for the actual travel (and presumably, food). When you're unemployed, (and considered far to super-intelligent and mega-charming for most jobs on this plane) this can become exceptionally difficult.

I'm not without a few tricks, enter: the coin collection.

Sweet jesus, I ran out of rollers. And wouldn't you goddamn know it, only pennies are left. Pennies. So now, I'm faced with a bit of a retardilema: to go out and buy a bag of ONLY penny rollers, or not, forcing these pennies to never see the bright lights of Las Vegas and Phil Plait. If I don't, then a) these damn (heavy-as-hell) pieces of copper will continue to collect dust and other pieces of copper, whose only purpose seems to be to act as a book end (I read a thousand books a day: I challenge you to beat that) and b) If I happen to be short a few bucks for one reason or another in the near future, I will blame the pennies. The damn, damn pennies. If I do, then a) I have to look like a WAY total tool to go to the office supply store to spend $1.49 on a bag of penny rollers in order to roll $7.50, a process which will take at least 2 hours, causing me to pay myself less than half of the Ontario minimum wage...in pennies.

So far I've uncovered $137 in my coin collection/mass of aerated metal. Not bad for throwing money aside after buying a delicious-delicious shawarma, or delicious groceries with a twist. That's probably enough to get me food for the trip. But I'm seriously considering driving to Vegas, a trip which would wake more than 15 hours longer than when I drove to Halifax. I actually kind of liked the mega-long drive, but a day-and-a-half worth of driving alone might break me. And then I'd have to drive back. And speaking for recent experience to Halifax and New York, there is nothing quite as soul-crushing as driving for hours and hours back home to your mundane life away from the fantasical wonderland that you just fell in love with.

If you're in the Toronto area, (or are somewhere on the driving route between Toronto and Vegas), and might want to hitch a ride and pitch in for gas (which is getting pricy!), let me know in the comments, or email me, and we'll internet-talk it out and see if it's a viable solution...which it almost certainly won't.

I'm jobless (though I do have some promising interviews this week), but I'll be damned if I let something as trivial as money hold me back from this.

Seriously, I will be damned if I can't go. It's actually a very terrifying concept that forces me to do the right thing because I'm afraid of the consequences.







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