4th of july #3

Tumblr is so fucked up, I'm tired of it.

Flags via Opium Museum BTW.

Is it just me (and Vista)

Or has my blog content disappeared...?

Deep thoughts with Sarah Palin

10/2/08 VP Debate Updates!
Via Wonkette, Here’s All Yer Palin Internet Crap:
Sarah Palin Origami, Sarah Palin Dress Up, Sarah Palin Sings “I Killed A Moose,” Sarah Palin Sounds Like Lady From ‘Fargo,’ Sarah Palin Quotes Generator, Interview Sarah Palin, Sarah Palin Bingo, Sarah Palin Bingo: MSM version, Sarah Palin Dinosaur Art, Sarah Palin Amazon Wish List, Sarah Palin Movie Trailer, Politico’s Sarah Palin Thing, Sarah Palin and Darth Vader, Sarah Palin Family Meeting, Sarah Palin Porno Casting Call, Pictures Of People Around The World Pretending To Be Sarah Palin, Sarah PALINdromes, Love Song To Sarah Palin, Two People Sit In Front Of Their Computer And Sing About Sarah Palin, (the ballad of) S.P.P, and lastly, another Sarah Palin Quote Generator.


10/1/08 Palin Updates!

While "sipping the haterade" Wagga sent me this:


Alaskan Perspective:
* Troopergate
* Alaskan hunters oppose Palin’s hunting policies: Alaskan sport hunters oppose aerial hunting of bears and wolves, something Palin vehemently supports. The last ballot measure to limit aerial hunting was actually brought forth by a group of hunters! Sport hunters also oppose the shooting of bears habituated to human bear viewers, something Palin also supports. I hope people can realize that Palin is not your average Alaskan hunter feeding her family with game meat. She has a pathological vendetta against wildlife that is opposed by most Alaskans and most Alaskan hunters.

Classic Palin on Charlie Rose:



Don't forget to check out the Sarah Palin Fictional Quote Generator v1!

Updates to follow.
It was so predictable that we would get to a pity-poor-helpless-Sarah phase. The press was already warming up for it on the day McCain announced her as his running mate, when NBC reporter Andrea Mitchell speculated that McCain's choice was designed to declaw scrappy Joe Biden, whose aggressive style would come off as bullying next to the sweet hockey mom from Alaska. Now, of course, we know about the hockey moms and the pit bulls; the more-powerful-than-expected Palin juggernaut forestalled the pity/victim/mean boy/poor Sarah phase.

So here it is, finally. And as unpleasant as it may be to watch the humiliation of a woman who waltzed into a spotlight too strong to withstand, I flat out refuse to be manipulated into another stage of gendered regress -- back to the pre-Pelosi, pre-Hillary days when girls couldn't stand the heat and so were shooed back to the kitchen.

Oh, BTW Palin doesn't read anything!

She's got talent though!

Another Pathetic Foreclosure Story

I nearly choked on my omelette while reading this one in the Sunday paper this morning.

I'm glad it's done," Gardner said wearily. "I just want to sit down and have some Hennessy."
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Most foreclosures nowadays are homes purchased just a year or two ago with no money down. But the Gardners' home is different. Joann's parents, Johnnie Gardner, 87, and Estelle, 88, bought the two-bedroom in the Sobrante Park neighborhood in 1954 for $11,500. His salary as an electrician at the Oakland naval shipyard allowed them to make the payments.

But in recent years, Joann and her brother refinanced it several times for increasingly larger amounts.

The final refinance at the end of 2006 left the family owing $454,000. The monthly payments of $3,362 exceeded the household income of $3,144.

What happened to the money from all the refinances?

Gardner can't quite say. Some went to paying off credit cards; some was eaten up in huge loan fees. What is clear is that the family has not made a mortgage payment since December 2006.

Foreclosed family's last goodbye to home

How does someone lose track of $454K?! I'd really like the complete story on this one. Where's the brother who was also involved in these refinancing schemes? Smoking crack somewhere?

The Audacity of Cheese Fries

The title of this aspiring congresswoman's upcoming autobiography?
At least that's what has been suggested in the amusing comment thread on this Wonkette post:

MP: Well Dr. Fisher, let me pick up on that…you mention Bill Clinton did not deny inhaling…or I guess he did deny inhaling, but that did come up in his campaign.

George Bush there were many rumors about cocaine that he never really dismissed, so isn’t that unfair to criticize Senator Obama for being forthright and honest about this, uh admitting in his youth?….

AF: See, if you admit it, it should disqualify you. Otherwise, we’ll have to let all those people who …applied for jobs in these facilities…There is a reason that those rules are there. I was a detox director for 16 counties in North Carolina , so I have a great understanding about what drugs and what they do to people. And I know that in moments of weakness, people tend to revert those things that they’ve used in the past. I don’t think it’s disingenuous, I don’t think its fair. If I ran for President of the U.S. and I had that history, I would expect people to look at that very carefully. We cannot have a nation high on drugs and have the President… as an example. I’m sorry I disagree with that.
KFC Cheese Fries by ~Ladybrintine

In other news, could this be Casey's blue ball?

Decapitating Sarah Jessica Parker

Seems like London’s resident mad doctor of street art THE DECAPITATOR feels the same way about Sarah Jessica Parker’s horse face and the impending Sex & The City movie as the rest of us do…

Trash the Dress

Trash the Dress 1 by `lady-atropos
Artist's Comments
Photographer: Michael Ellis of Toledo, Ohio
Model: Me
About: This is perhaps the tame and graceful bit of the series. This was shot for 'trash the dress' - a publication featuring wedding fashion that gets destroyed in the process of the shoot. Every girl has that dress in her closet..that aweful, ugly bridesmaid dress that should be lit afire..this is one of those dresses.

I hate dresses - particularly those in horrid Easter egg pastels - yet my best friend is finally getting married (and going slightly insane in the process) so I spent much of the day trying on overpriced and utterly silly dresses I will never wear again. It seems so wasteful.
While her older sister's toddler was screaming and crawling on the floor like a bilingual monkey (French/English) in need of Ritalin, much of my time was spent suggesting that Martha Stewart pastels and sequins were a bit much and subtle designs preferable.

Does anyone understand WTF is going on in Guam BTW? The Democrats have such a Byzantine system.


Trash the Dress 2 by `lady-atropos

When will it end?

Humpty Dumpty by ~ravencrown

The First Ladies by ~xelalex42

Mein Fuhrer update for Buzz Saw:
Hitlery is wearing a flag pin so she must be patriotic.

Edgar's Toilet weighs in.

Another Hitlery update for Buzz Saw:

Hitler-ly Clinton by ~Ultraloco

Another breaking news update!
Yes, I shall encounter my 20th High School reunion this year and I'm not so sure if I want to partake in it having been forwarded this YouTube video that reminds me how much I hated it (nope, I'm not one of those asshats in the audience).



My version:

Bloody Sunday

I am not a big fan of sending my $ to the United State of Exxon, Halliburton, et al. so paying taxes has been an extraordinarily annoying process over the past few years. While I’ve worked and re-worked various options, deductions are clearly not keeping up with inflation and paying off one’s mortgage principal due to economic concerns sure bites one in the ass. Why is it that irresponsible POS like Casey Serin or evil mofos like Dick Cheney get by just fine while responsible people in the middle are f-ed up the ass?
Overall, I’ve had a pretty shitty day, but I was hoping to get over it and blow off some steam by going on a long uphill walk with Akubi and Tanuki. We discovered some interesting things on the way up, questionable issues at the top and more annoying crap on the way down. Somewhere between nearing the top and the destination we felt OK.
This area attracts a ton of birds and there were more ravens than usual on the tree in the photo yet they flew elsewhere before we arrived and I could locate my crappy camera.

While the boys caught their breath and we watched the already setting sun, I realized my f-ing sunglasses were gone. I have been wearing those f-ing sunglasses for at least 5 years and spent more on them than any others and they survived longer than any others, but were now gone. Panic set in yet I hoped they may be found in some other pocket of my overstuffed backpack when we got home. On the way downhill there was this shaved-head guy walking uphill with 2 very large dogs in attack mode that he clearly could not manage. Despite the fact that they freaked out my exhausted little dogs, he didn’t bother to apologize for his dogs’ behavior. Having grown up with big dogs like German Shepherds, Alaskan Malamutes, etc I have found it is rather important to learn to control them if they are much bigger than you. I’ll probably never have a yard big enough for the sort of dog I grew up with, so I have Pomeranians and find them far more puzzling. Despite their size they seem to believe they are very big dogs.


And guess what? If my boys weren’t exhausted they could have kicked the shaved-head guy’s big hostile dogs’ ass! Nonetheless that guy was a jerk.

Exxon still doesn't want to pay for Valdez oil spill

The spill soiled 1,200 miles of shoreline and killed hundreds of thousands of birds and other marine animals, inflicting environmental injuries that have not fully recovered, according to numerous scientific studies. Exxon contends it should not be liable for the actions of the Exxon Valdez skipper, Joseph Hazelwood, when the supertanker ran aground on March 24, 1989, with 53 millions gallons of oil in its hold.


THE TRUE TOTAL COST IS $1,776,000,000.

Politics Ignore Mode

Barack Obama by =julvett

Due to taxes and the general state of annoyance they leave me with, I've been attempting to practice Politics Ignore Mode this weekend. However, Ogg (who had suggested as much) sent me The Audacity of Hopelessness from the NYT.
WHEN people one day look back at the remarkable implosion of the Hillary Clinton campaign, they may notice that it both began and ended in the long dark shadow of Iraq.
It’s not just that her candidacy’s central premise — the priceless value of “experience” — was fatally poisoned from the start by her still ill-explained vote to authorize the fiasco. Senator Clinton then compounded that 2002 misjudgment by pursuing a 2008 campaign strategy that uncannily mimicked the disastrous Bush Iraq war plan. After promising a cakewalk to the nomination — “It will be me,” Mrs. Clinton told Katie Couric in November — she was routed by an insurgency.
The Clinton camp was certain that its moneyed arsenal of political shock-and-awe would take out Barack Hussein Obama in a flash. The race would “be over by Feb. 5,” Mrs. Clinton assured George Stephanopoulos just before New Year’s. But once the Obama forces outwitted her, leaving her mission unaccomplished on Super Tuesday, there was no contingency plan. She had neither the boots on the ground nor the money to recoup.
That’s why she has been losing battle after battle by double digits in every corner of the country ever since. And no matter how much bad stuff happened, she kept to the Bush playbook, stubbornly clinging to her own Rumsfeld, her chief strategist, Mark Penn. Like his prototype, Mr. Penn is bigger on loyalty and arrogance than strategic brilliance. But he’s actually not even all that loyal. Mr. Penn, whose operation has billed several million dollars in fees to the Clinton campaign so far, has never given up his day job as chief executive of the public relations behemoth Burson-Marsteller. His top client there, Microsoft, is simultaneously engaged in a demanding campaign of its own to acquire Yahoo.
Clinton fans don’t see their standard-bearer’s troubles this way. In their view, their highly substantive candidate was unfairly undone by a lightweight showboat who got a free ride from an often misogynist press and from naïve young people who lap up messianic language as if it were Jim Jones’s Kool-Aid. Or as Mrs. Clinton frames it, Senator Obama is all about empty words while she is all about action and hard work.
But it’s the Clinton strategists, not the Obama voters, who drank the Kool-Aid. The Obama campaign is not a vaporous cult; it’s a lean and mean political machine that gets the job done. The Clinton camp has been the slacker in this race, more words than action, and its candidate’s message, for all its purported high-mindedness, was and is self-immolating.

The gap in hard work between the two campaigns was clear well before Feb. 5. Mrs. Clinton threw as much as $25 million at the Iowa caucuses without ever matching Mr. Obama’s organizational strength. In South Carolina, where last fall she was up 20 percentage points in the polls, she relied on top-down endorsements and the patina of inevitability, while the Obama campaign built a landslide-winning organization from scratch at the grass roots. In Kansas, three paid Obama organizers had the field to themselves for three months; ultimately Obama staff members outnumbered Clinton staff members there 18 to 3.
In the last battleground, Wisconsin, the Clinton campaign was six days behind Mr. Obama in putting up ads and had only four campaign offices to his 11. Even as Mrs. Clinton clings to her latest firewall — the March 4 contests — she is still being outhustled. Last week she told reporters that she “had no idea” that the Texas primary system was “so bizarre” (it’s a primary-caucus hybrid), adding that she had “people trying to understand it as we speak.” Perhaps her people can borrow the road map from Obama’s people. In Vermont, another March 4 contest, The Burlington Free Press reported that there were four Obama offices and no Clinton offices as of five days ago. For what will no doubt be the next firewall after March 4, Pennsylvania on April 22, the Clinton campaign is sufficiently disorganized that it couldn’t file a complete slate of delegates by even an extended ballot deadline.
This is the candidate who keeps telling us she’s so competent that she’ll be ready to govern from Day 1. Mrs. Clinton may be right that Mr. Obama has a thin résumé, but her disheveled campaign keeps reminding us that the biggest item on her thicker résumé is the health care task force that was as botched as her presidential bid.
Given that Mrs. Clinton and Mr. Obama offer marginally different policy prescriptions — laid out in voluminous detail by both, by the way, on their Web sites — it’s not clear what her added-value message is. The “experience” mantra has been compromised not only by her failure on the signal issue of Iraq but also by the deadening lingua franca of her particular experience, Washingtonese. No matter what the problem, she keeps rolling out another commission to solve it: a commission for infrastructure, a Financial Product Safety Commission, a Corporate Subsidy Commission, a Katrina/Rita Commission and, to deal with drought, a water summit.
As for countering what she sees as the empty Obama brand of hope, she offers only a chilly void: Abandon hope all ye who enter here. This must be the first presidential candidate in history to devote so much energy to preaching against optimism, against inspiring language and — talk about bizarre — against democracy itself. No sooner does Mrs. Clinton lose a state than her campaign belittles its voters as unrepresentative of the country....

BTW Akubi keeps farting and I'm not sure what upset his stomach.

While I hate the Academy Awards these days, the part-Irish sap in me fell for the Once moment.

My Mini Duraflame

Overall, I think online grocery shopping is great, but not when I'm freezing my ass off and the case of Duraflame appears to be made for a fucking doll house upon delivery. They didn't include the fact that one log was approximately the same size as a Pomeranian's turd.

Biding my time biting my mouth

Bite Til It Bleeds by *PeppermintStripe

Warning this is a boring post for no purpose other than to vent about biting my mouth today.

That's about how my mouth looks at the moment, but I'm not wearing lipstick - just blood. I bit my right cheek during lunch and it bled and continued to swell to the point that I keep biting on the same fucking place over and over again (jaw clenching/teeth grinding problem) and it is driving me fucking crazy. I keep washing my mouth with Listerene and spitting up blood to the alarm of my dogs.
Maybe I should take a Rozerem and go to sleep with an ice pack before doing further harm.

The Dr. Wayne Dyer and Robert Kiyosaki Connection

BREAKING NEWS Update!
A visual metaphor of Dr. Wayne Dyer "interconnecting" naive people's money with his bank account...
connected. by ~kisla-katzen

Well, I did some Googling to see how many others might be annoyed by Dr. Wayne Dyer and similar crap that is aired during PBS pledge drives and discovered a Kiyosaki connection.

From Pledging Allegiance, or March Madness?

Many of the letters, probably a majority, made specific critical references to two of the leading pledge drive special programs distributed to the more than 300 local stations affiliated with PBS: One is the basic hour-long (it can extend for much more than an hour with the local station pledge breaks included) program of Robert Kiyosaki, the author of the "Rich Dad, Poor Dad" series of best-selling books on investment, with a heavy emphasis on real estate, and personal finance advice. The other involves presentations of up to four hours by psychologist and self-help guru Wayne Dyer, Ph.D., described as "public television's favorite teacher of transformational wisdom" and the author of "Your Erroneous Zones," "Pulling Your Own Strings" and "The Power of Intention."

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I've always considered myself a member of the "core" audience for public broadcasting, and as such, I recoil in horror at the fundraising programs embraced by the PBS affiliates in the Carolinas. Dr. Wayne Dyer must be laughing all the way to the bank. That he can speak for hours in platitudes and say nothing of substance is annoying enough; that he is lining his pockets in the process (I assume he's getting paid) is doubly offensive.

Reid Spencer, Davidson, NC

I am really appalled at your labeling Dr. Wayne Dyer "America's foremost spiritual guide & mentor." Is Dr. Dyer aware you are calling him such? It's presumptuously arrogant of you to do so, let alone for anyone to claim such for themselves. Is he America's pope? Has he replaced God? Shame on PBS!

Paul Bird, Huntington, WV

I was about to make a donation to PBS as I love the quality of programs offered. I will not donate after, by accident, I saw a broadcast of the program "Rich Dad, Poor Dad." I was unpleasantly surprised that PBS is lowering its standard to broadcast this type of scam artist. This is worst program ever and I hope it will be discontinued soon. This is viewer betrayal in the worst sense.

Laguna Hillas, CA

I was appalled watching "Rich Dad, Poor Dad" on a local PBS affiliate tonight. The principal speaker, Robert Kiyosaki, was offering highly controversial and questionable financial advice. His recommendations include avoiding conventional diversified investments (especially stock and bond funds) and instead buying only real estate. The format was one of an inspirational seminar where Kiyosaki criticizes time-honored investment advice as for losers and his approach as the road to riches. At pledge breaks, he offers his books and other media, which is I wouldn't be surprised were his actual road to riches. It would not be unusual to see such a program as a late-night infomercial. But for PBS to air this program and offer his material with donations gives this show an air of respectability that is completely unexpected. At best, PBS is showing a very unbalanced presentation that would be judged by most economists as rubbish and that directly benefits its speaker financially. At worst, PBS, by lending its reputation for integrity and accuracy to this program, is duping gullible listeners into following his advice and possibly leading them to financial ruin.

Michael Riley, New York, NY

This program lacked content — to say the least. Neither was there any financial planning or retirement advice given by Mr. Kiyosaki; he seemed to take pleasure in belittling people who go to college to get a degree. It also seemed like Mr. Kiyosaki was more interested in using the as a forum to pitch his products. I would have expected PBS to have done their due diligence and reviewed the content for worthiness before airing it. After sitting through 90 minutes, I felt like I was watching an infomercial and it reflects rather poorly on what PBS stands for.

Coppell, TX

From Madness Again. It Must Be March.

I wish to add my voice to those deploring the growing commercialization of PBS and its affiliates, and in particular its readiness to associate intimately and uncritically with pseudo-scientific New Age religion as touted by the likes of Wayne Dyer. When PBS presents such one-sided, evangelical programming as Dyer's for many hours, year in and year out, during ever more frequent pledge drives, simple reason sees this is as effectively an endorsement of the content therein, official shoulder-shrugging denials notwithstanding. That PBS managers cannot recognize, or choose to disregard, the double-talking, manipulative, commercialized and frankly sectarian nature of this material, and their complicity in making it seem legitimate and uncontroversial, is either a testament to their gullibility or to an unprincipled, blindered quest for pledge money however it's obtained. Whichever the reason, this tack has become sufficiently distressing for me and other supporters of PBS to now withhold our donations, until responsibility is restored. PBS has been receiving this feedback for years now, and yet no change has occurred, nor any real recognition of the depth of this ethical lapse. To suggest that the survival of PBS is in jeopardy no longer moves us to help — we consider it already moribund at the hands of a utilitarian, corporate obtuseness run rampant. Sorry to be blunt, but more mild appeals have fallen on deaf ears. There are not unlimited chances to listen to friends before they surrender you to your own folly. If the former philosophy of sober educational programming based on reason and balanced skepticism does not return to PBS, it will die a deserved death, degraded and disgraced in its final years, and will be mourned only for what it had been in its prime, not for what it became.

Bruce Springsteen, Lawrence, KS


...Wouldn't reruns (even REALLY old ones) or even a test pattern, be better than airing intelligence-insulting snake-oil salesmen and fake garden-gurus dispensing dubious information? What would it take to return to those PBS glory days, I wonder? A concerned viewer . . .

Baton Rouge, LA


PBS has changed. Several minutes of advertising before each show. I watch PBS to escape the hype. All weekend New Age shows about love, female empowerment, yoga, investing, and similar nonsense appear to be more infomercials. Hours and hours of "classic" rock and pop, often performed poorly by the elderly original artist. I watch PBS to see new and different things. If I wanted so much music, I'd watch any of many cable channels dedicated to music. PBS used to have a whole evening of great programming. Now there's maybe an hour a night of good programming and the rest is junk. I guess PBS is going the way of commercial network television, but with one difference. In addition to airing junk programming, PBS caters to the affluent who can contribute big bucks. I guess that makes PBS more like a political party than a television station for the masses.

Williamsburg, VA


I concur with Mr. Reid Spencer's e-mail observation of Dr. Dwayne Dyer's "hours of platitudes" with "nothing of substance" while "lining his pockets" as a double insult. This pop pseudo spiritualist is succeeding with his "intention" to convince us, in his self-laudatory and trumpeting manner, that he is humble and enlightened (along with his kid geniuses) while "interconnecting" naive people's money with his bank account. Hey, it worked for him. I would expect more sophistication from PBS in the selection of subjects for true spiritualism. Seek and you shall find.

Kevin Finnegan, Minneapolis, MN


In other news, I thought this Eiffal Tower of condoms was rather cute.

Box Ignore Mode Update

Boring topic, but that is exactly why I remain in box/pile ignore mode. When left alone my piles of crap replicate among themselves hence this embarrassing realization. While I think it is far more important to vote for the 6 Degrees of Casey Serin to Dick Cheney winner, I'm posting this as a form of accountability of sorts.
The white bag is empty. I was just using it for recyclables like outdated technical books.

Perhaps this photo doesn't fully highlight the accomplishments of the day.

Found this late 19th Century Goethe "coffee table" book in the process.



Akubi suckling his favorite stuffed Pomeranian.


P.S. While I couldn't give a rat's ass what my Technorati rating is, watching the steadily dropping number reminds me of the dollar.

To gym or not to gym

Well, I woke up with a sore throat this morning so I figure it's as good a reason as any to waste time online when there's a million other things I should be dealing with.
Anyway the topic of gyms came up on a recent EN thread and I have a problem with them (note to Edgar: yes, Greg could benefit from *some* form of exercise). Can someone please explain why people drive their cars to gyms in order to ride stationary bikes and pay a fee for the privilege? I don't get it.
I have yet to understand why my mother spends 45 minutes driving to an outrageously overpriced gym to do yoga. In the amount of time she spends driving to the gym, she could have completed the task at home and saved money, time and gas. She claims she likes the teachers and the steam room, but as far as I'm concern those benefits don't justify the cost.
In some cases where one might require that exotic equipment to workout, I can understand their reasoning, but for the most part I'm puzzled.
Perhaps I'm missing something, but when I see a parking lot full of gym attendees I shake my head and wonder why. Is it the social aspect? Do some people feel a primordial need to sweat in a room with other people?

Artwork: yoga mirror by ~Atmaniv

Fun Shui and Coercive Joviality

I have never been a big fan of those workplace team building events where one builds balloon sculptures, bowls, etc. and theoretically “has fun” for the sake of team building. Perhaps a funsultant would have made all the difference...

Are We Having Fun Yet?
The infantilization of corporate America

I particularly liked this quote:

"When you and I were born, there were 2 billion people in the world. Today there are 6 billion. Maybe there are only 2 billion real jobs and all the rest of us are being relegated to bullshit jobs, like fun coaches and creative directors. If we took away all the bullshit jobs, our economy would collapse."

Pile Ignore Mode Progress Report

11/11/07 UPDATE!
Pile ingore mode returned. This is my office.

I don't even want to use that George W. toilet paper, but I don't know what else to do with it.

Dining room as of the morning of November 11.
Kind of pathetic when I came compare it to the August 28 photos. Since then I believe new boxes arrived from somewhere, because I eliminated two of them yesterday.

UPDATE: Intriguing taxidermy art discovered via Morbid Anatomy.
The image on the left is the artist, Sarina Brewer.

This is my dining room.
Haven't bothered with dusting yet, but this is my office previously featured with tons of crap here and there.
This is an amusing Bacchus Behave! suggestion...

My old books aren't in good shape, but they also aren't in nearly as bad shape as I feared...

More intriguing NSFW imagery can be found at Zillow Book.

Too Much Stuff

Breaking News Flash (update)!
Funny finds in one of the boxes:
As I understand it my dad really fell for the Burgundy Meat Loaf featured in Saucepans and the Single Girl. Bacchus Behave! was one of my grandmother's books (background story unknown).

One can still easily find the page of the favorite recipe since it's the only one with sauce or something all over it...

So they don't harm the books, my boys have been spending their time on the bed with their favorite stuffed animals.

While the cooking/cocktail books with family ties make some sense to keep, WTF was I thinking when I decided to pack a box of old Wired magazines and shit....? To the dump it goes. Woohoo!

This is my dining room.

This is my "office".

Having been recently reacquainted with boxes of crap I don't know what to do with (see dining room photo above) and would rather not bother with, I thought I would document it here so as to be held virtually accountable for pile management. Yes, it is boring blogging, but very few blogs aren’t boring. As you can see from the “office” photo on the left, I already had some pile ignore mode issues when I was presented with the latest re-additions. Anyway, I know there are (or were) some old first editions in one of the boxes, but I’ll have to go through all the others to find them. Unfortunately, they are mislabeled. I shall document my progress on this exciting venture.