Treasure Type G

Eep. Our gung ho young realtor wants to put the condo on the market by April, which, as I'm sure you can tell by the beautiful balmy weather we're having, is not very far away. This means doing all the little home repairs we've put off doing for the four years we've actually lived in the place. It also means getting rid of, or at least packing away, about two thirds of our possessions. Apparently crap like "books" are a total buzz-kill when you're selling a house, somewhere in desirability between "infestation of roaches" and "unquiet Indian dead." I'm actually psyched about paring down my material possessions. ("You are not your khakis, you are not your graphic novels, you are not your ironic collection of amusing cereal boxes and Mao-ist kitsch...") But it's a little more sudden than I expected.

So yesterday I grabbed some torches and a gnomish hireling and ventured into my office closet to see what possessions I could liberate myself from. Look what treasure I unearthed!



Care to take a peek inside?

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...and Rage Against Machines

More goodies from the Closet of Christmases Past. I don't expect these things to get the same visceral reaction from everyone as the gaming stuff, but they're a fun nostalgia trip for me personally. And if you happen to see anything that intrigues you, speak up.

( I wanna publish zines, and rage against machines )