Send Monkeys!, or: Problem? I Don't Have a Problem.

I've been compared to a cat lady. It just happened. In my defense, a typewriter doesn't climb into bed with you and fart in your face.

I suspect that this place is haunted. I'm going to put paper in all of them tonight and those ghosts had better have a story for me by morning. Earn your keep, dead people.

I tried to group them by manufacturer, but that didn't work as well as I liked. So I just went by tallest to shortest, like in a class picture. That also didn't work.

It may be a sign of my obsessive condition to let you know that I bought my first typewriter in 1988. It was a Montgomery-Ward Signature 510 (Brother rebranding). I used it until 1995 when I got my first computer. I didn't own or use one again until 2010, when I literally stumbled over a Sears Citation 12 in a thrift store for $10. So, all these typewriters have been purchased since then. There is a Signature 510 in the above picture (top row, second from left) but it's not my original one. I no longer own that. But it's just as crappy in every way as that one was.

 These all actually work (to varying degrees, let's not get crazy), though I cannibalized the ribbon spools from the Olivetti 22 (the one without the ribbon cover). I do have extras but I haven't located them yet. It works fairly well but has a few issues. Also, my two Smith-Corona electrics are here (second row). I normally frown on electrics, unless they're $10 and they work.

 

The Underwood and the Royal HH flank the empty space where whatever typewriter I'm currently using will go. I like to switch out and use them all from time to time, just to keep everything working.