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About 15 years ago, we had an excellent resource in my town. Its name was Kinko's, and its design was centered around self service with full service options. Th
by eth0up 1y ago
About 15 years ago, we had an excellent resource in my town. Its name was Kinko's, and its design was centered around self service with full service options. The floor room comprised of many printer/work stations where a customer could walk in, approach an available station, and commence with all sorts of fun.
I made countless posters from PDFs and GIMP projects. My wall displayed a mosaic of laminated posters made at this facility, including several artistic periodic charts, Vim cheatsheats, Linux commands, Python reference charts and even the 10 commandments of logical fallacies.
Functional reference art is dear to me. Alas my eyes have degraded so much that a readable, sufficiently sized poster now exceeds my budget. And such self-service resources are now unknown to me. I know many online services exist to accomplish similar things. It doesn't appeal to me though.
- jwtorres 1y agoKinko's I believe was bought out by Fedex. The one near me basically changed names but still offers the same services.
- brudgers 1y agoMaybe buy a used large format printer? Because if you can print whenever for relatively little money, you might be able to live without laminating and a used large format printer can pay for itself across not terribly many prints. And even if you don’t save money in absolute dollars, you can still get a lot more stuff printed, do more proofing, and many other things.
- eth0up 1y agoIf I was healthy and hopeful, this suggestion would be my official plan of choice. These days, I'm the sun bleached, scorched multicolored paper on the sidewalk, no fewer months from than toward the next sparse event where audible, scintillating sparkles and afterwaft of celebratory smoke would warrant a calorie spent to twist one's neck in wonder. The days of inspiration and need for such references have passsed. I've wanted a globe for years, but remind myself for each impulse to acquire one that the world isn't round after all - it's an amorphous impression, delusions beleaguered by dumb bone steadily resembling flattened surface where the debris of a once vibrant flurry of wonder has settled lazily upon. If it isn't cheap or free, it's a cod fondling carrot smirking on the end of a stick crusted with the scabs of bludgeoned ambition. One less bean and grain of rice in my dirty bowl, in exchange for a pearly bauble dangling before a confused and sessile swine. A pound of pennies burns brighter than an ounce of silver in this fool's kitsch eyes.