Can he really help being curious about all of this? Life at the advertising agency is strange, all right, but it rarely involves anyone getting turned into anything they shouldn't be (unless they're under the influence of drugs and simply believe they've been turned into something.)
"Oh. Well, sometime in the future, I'll be dating this guy and his... uncle, I think it was... will be... screwing him over something fierce so I will be turning him into a penguin to utterly humiliate him. I think that's the one time it will be justified for me to turn someone into a penguin."
There's strange and then there's talking about things that haven't happened yet, like they've already happened.
Alec holds up his hands like he's trying to shape something out of thin air. He moves them up and down awkwardly and twisting them about sort of nervously.
"I don't really know how to explain it... it's kinda like a .. like a telephone call... but not really... where we're both in the same mental space at the same time sharing information..."
"How I dress, how I act, how I can't keep my goddamned mouth shut, how I'm way too liberal, how my ad ideas are too provocative... I could go on with the list for a little while, but those're the big ones."
Alec tilts his head briefly. He can't really say much on the clothing department because he's never really been known for his ability to have good clothing choices.
"I though provocative was good for advertising?" he says, dredging up what little he knows about advertising... which isn't very much.
Looking about he then adds, "Is there a coffee place around here? Coffee hasn't reached five bucks a cup in this time period, right?"
"It is, at least in my opinion, but there's such a thing as 'too' provocative, I guess."
He frowns, then nods. "Yeah, there's a coffee place right around the corner, but... five bucks for a cup of coffee? That's ridiculous. It's a lot cheaper here, I assure you. I mean, wherever you're from, apparently coffee is way more expensive than it should be."
"Are there any naked girls in the ads?" he asks curiously.
"It's sixty eight? Give your self thirty years and you'll be spending five bucks for coffee."
Alec starts meandering around the corner. "Starbucks and fancy ass coffee. And not only that people want to pay five bucks for coffee. They don't even really think twice about it. Coffee doesn't exist in our world... at least if it does exist we haven't discovered it yet. It's a jungle thing, right? And we're up in the mountains nowhere near any jungles."
"It's pretty hard to get away with full nudity. You can imply it pretty strongly, though. You can imply just about anything, if you try hard enough."
He shakes his head, again, and begins following Alec around the corner. "Thirty years from now, though, five dollars is going to be worth a lot less than it is now. I may not have learned a whole lot in school, but I did learn about inflation."
"They're mostly provocative because they imply something about sex. Or because I sneak some kind of not-so-subtle liberal viewpoint in there."
He holds open the door of the coffee shop for Alec. "I'm not really the investment type of person, I don't think. I've got enough to worry about without trying to figure out money in that complex of a way."
"Oh, just coffee's fine by me. I don't need anything fancy."
He shrugs, again. He seems very fond of shrugging. "I don't know. Anything that implies that old white rich warmongering men aren't the arbiters of good taste that they think they are."
"D'you know what I like about this time period? When someone says they just want coffee they mean they just want coffee as opposed to like a double mocha latte with two shots of java and skim milk."
Once they have the coffee, he sits down, gesturing for Alec to sit across from him. "Vietnam. That's the big one right now. I'm sure there'll be another big one soon enough, but hopefully it'll wait until this one's over. Unless it's never over, which also seems possible."
Alec plops into a slouch across from Ginsberg and then starts to load up his coffee with massive amounts of sugar. Unhealthy amounts of it.
"There's going to be one in Iraq, I think it's Iraq... in the 1990s." He pauses. "Do you want me to tell you what's going to happen in the future? I forget that people don't really like that."
He has to pause for a moment to marvel at how much sugar Alec's currently dumping into his coffee, but then he starts again.
"... I don't even know if I'll be alive in the 1990s, and I'm already concerned enough about the future without knowing what I need to be concerned about."
"That's okay. If I knew things about the future, I'd probably accidentally tell them to people, too. It's kind of hard to avoid talking about stuff you know. Or maybe that's just me."
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Can he really help being curious about all of this? Life at the advertising agency is strange, all right, but it rarely involves anyone getting turned into anything they shouldn't be (unless they're under the influence of drugs and simply believe they've been turned into something.)
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There's strange and then there's talking about things that haven't happened yet, like they've already happened.
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He knows Alec has... odd talents, obviously, but he wasn't aware that he was psychic -- or whatever the hell he's implying right now.
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No. Not psychic, persay.
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"How?"
That seems like the relevant question, here.
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"I don't really know how to explain it... it's kinda like a .. like a telephone call... but not really... where we're both in the same mental space at the same time sharing information..."
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"They do? Why?"
Ginsberg doesn't seem weird to Alec... but his weird standards are pretty high.
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"I though provocative was good for advertising?" he says, dredging up what little he knows about advertising... which isn't very much.
Looking about he then adds, "Is there a coffee place around here? Coffee hasn't reached five bucks a cup in this time period, right?"
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He frowns, then nods. "Yeah, there's a coffee place right around the corner, but... five bucks for a cup of coffee? That's ridiculous. It's a lot cheaper here, I assure you. I mean, wherever you're from, apparently coffee is way more expensive than it should be."
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"It's sixty eight? Give your self thirty years and you'll be spending five bucks for coffee."
Alec starts meandering around the corner. "Starbucks and fancy ass coffee. And not only that people want to pay five bucks for coffee. They don't even really think twice about it. Coffee doesn't exist in our world... at least if it does exist we haven't discovered it yet. It's a jungle thing, right? And we're up in the mountains nowhere near any jungles."
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He shakes his head, again, and begins following Alec around the corner. "Thirty years from now, though, five dollars is going to be worth a lot less than it is now. I may not have learned a whole lot in school, but I did learn about inflation."
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"You can get a drink at McDonald's for a dollar." He shrugs. "Well, if you ever want to make a lot of money, invest in Starbucks..."
Bad Alec, no giving away future stock market shit.
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He holds open the door of the coffee shop for Alec. "I'm not really the investment type of person, I don't think. I've got enough to worry about without trying to figure out money in that complex of a way."
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Liberal is such a touchy word.
"Ah. I guess that's fair enough. But something to keep in mind."
He looks around briefly before going up to the counter. "What do you want?"
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He shrugs, again. He seems very fond of shrugging. "I don't know. Anything that implies that old white rich warmongering men aren't the arbiters of good taste that they think they are."
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Shrugging's all good.
"They're not!? SHock Gasp... Horror..."
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He laughs quietly, quickly.
"I know, but it comes as a big surprise to most of them."
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Like coffee coffees.
"Warmongering... Vietnam War?"
Alec's knowledge of Earth history is a bit haphazard.
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Once they have the coffee, he sits down, gesturing for Alec to sit across from him. "Vietnam. That's the big one right now. I'm sure there'll be another big one soon enough, but hopefully it'll wait until this one's over. Unless it's never over, which also seems possible."
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"There's going to be one in Iraq, I think it's Iraq... in the 1990s." He pauses. "Do you want me to tell you what's going to happen in the future? I forget that people don't really like that."
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He has to pause for a moment to marvel at how much sugar Alec's currently dumping into his coffee, but then he starts again.
"... I don't even know if I'll be alive in the 1990s, and I'm already concerned enough about the future without knowing what I need to be concerned about."
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Because he's bad at shutting up anyway.
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