March 30, 2007
What motivates people to collect things? I've always been a sentimental pack rat. But, it's true. I save things. For example, the bright green comb I use to part my hair every morning was given to me by Danny Beha at my 4th (I think) birthday party. My brother and I were bathed as babies in the yellow tub I now use to clean out my turtle pond. The kitchen towels I use to dry my dishes were embroidered by my grandma. I guess I just like to surround myself with fond memories and with things that remind me of the people that I love. I've also noticed that I like to add meaning to things by replicating them or collecting them so that there are multiples of things that I think are cool. I mean, in the past, I've collected bottle caps, stamps, porcelin figurines, charms, garbage pail kids, stickers (when I was a kid), and records and such when I got a bit older. But now, at age 29, the collecting has reached an all-time, obsessive high. I am now actively collecting the following:
* retro dollhouse furniture (so that I can have funny little rooms inside all of the rooms in my house)
* re-ment miniatures (japanese-styled mini replicas of everyday items). (They also started a US branch)
* HO-scale train stuff
* Star Wars micro-machines
Do you notice a theme? MINIATURES! I also think things that are oversized are cool too (I have a giant comb and a giant pencil), but pursuing that hobby could get out of hand really quickly as far as space. :) I'm hoping at some point I can connect the dots between all of the above and incorporate everything into a miniature world, complete with landscaping and cool details. It will be a mini empire. And I will be the ruler of the land. I will be special.
March 29, 2007
Before I woke up... My brother and my cousin Ryan asked me to go to this crazy trance / goth club with them. The entryway was filled with spiders scurrying across the floor (I hate spiders), but I decided to tip-toe through them to at least take a peek inside the club. Once I slipped past the door-woman, I pushed open the door. The inside glowed with a blue, up-lit ice floor. Everyone was ice skating and slicing spiders in half with their skates, since the floor inside was as spider-populated as the entryway. Honestly, I got creeped out and didn't even bother looking for my brother and cousin. Instead, I decided to head to this bar that was connected to the club (no spiders in sight). The weird thing about this bar, though, was that you could order edible busts of celebrities, psuedo-celebrities and just strange-looking commonfolk. I purchased two of them (for a total of $80) and started noshing on some random-dude's cookie-tasting head. I remember it tasted great, but I started to feel sour about spending $80. So, I did something slick with receipt so that when I went to return the second, untouched edible bust, they refunded me $60--making the one that was already half-eaten a mere $20. ... then I woke up.