A Coney Island Steamer. I heard that. You chuckled too. Another in the vast Generation X version of hipsters, buying silly, yet cool crap. My son was intrigued by it... "What's that?" "It cooks hot dogs." "Make some," he replies.... Continue Reading →
Here's one for the "duh" pile. An unopened pack of party napkins. Lugged these aroun for a decade and a half or so, saying "I'll find a good time to yank 'em out." Of course, never did. So, the kiddo,... Continue Reading →
(first in a gaggle of make-up posts to come today) Yes, it's exactly what it looks like... A magazine article, ripped out. Tossed about. Wrinkled. Out of order. Read. And promised to be looked at later for "ideas." Trash. It.
Nah. I got a new job, finally. So, posting has been a low priority. That will change tomorrow. I've got a lot of things tossed, donated, or sold. See, new job, Oxford comma nonsense...
A framed picture of old New Orleans that an ex-girlfriend gave me. No attachment. No real memory. Just love that town. Miss that town. Bye.
A lawn chair. Purchased in 2001. The first piece of furniture at 312 Rotary Avenue in Greenville, NC. Lots of memories here. I sat on it a lot. When I moved to Greenville before my ex came down it was... Continue Reading →
Here is a bearded oyster from Muses. Been carrying it around since the day I found it. It's dusty. That made me chuckle. Sophomoric humor. Some may say it's bad if ne to chuck it, not schuck. Bye.
Broken old baseball card holders. "I can use them someday," I've said a million times about a million things. See ya.
This book... Was given to the staff at the last newspaper I worked at. It's the same old b.s. packaged again and sold as innovative. The solution ended up being layoffs, of which I was one. Sinking ships are interesting.... Continue Reading →
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