When this first came out, I recall bypassing print quotas at my then-campus by finding the ip of and connecting directly to one of the many printers. May I be forgiven, the printer rolled on for what seemed like a half-hour, deposited 100 pages. I took them in a stack to the campus print shop and asked them to cut off the white edges. I'm sure they flipped through - 100 whole pages of dots - and wondered what the hell I was doing, though they didn't ask. A fun time ensued, me carefully taping the whole thing together across the corners. Went ceiling to floor, with a row or two to spare. I later sent the picture in, and was pleased to see it marked "cool" - last time I checked it was in the page 40's.
My friend, she had sent me a picture of Natalie Portman in these sweet retro headphones the day before. I didn't really think far ahead, since I could always print another off. I never did, though. After I put it up, and the sense of accomplishment wore off, I realized I wasn't the sort to put lone wall-high posters of girls up in my room, even with dashing headphones. Not that I didn't think she was very pretty. It should have been Vonnegut, Derek Parfit, Schopenhauer (it's his hair I admire most), David Hume, Licklider, though I didn't know most of them then (not that I truly do now). Natalie remains in one of my boxes of papers, folded into an immaculate stack.