I don't really know where to put this stuff.

Every time I move, which seems to have been several times over the past few years (most recently of which was about a month ago), I always get rid of a whole shitload of stuff first. This time, although I did trash a great deal of baggage, I also threw some of my gear into storage. I paid a visit to my public storage facility today, hoping to straighten it up a bit, trim some of the fat out of it, and maybe even find a thing or two that I might consider worthy of taking home and decorating my new place with.

I actually did accomplish a far sight more than I usually do when I go out there. Every time I'm at the unit, I have every intention of bustin' in there and gettin' my hands good and fuckin' dirty. But most of the time, I just open up the door and stand there looking at all of the stuff in a state of bewildered delirium for a few minutes, only to decide to save this chore for a later date. I then promptly get back into my car and get the fuck out of dodge.

But this time, I did manage to spend an hour or so going through a box or two of my old belongings. here are a few things that I decided to drag along home with me.


A seven-ounce juice glass featuring the likeness of Spectreman, the title character of one of my favorite TV shows of all time. I bought it on eBay about six or seven years ago. Fuckin' score!


A very informative pamphlet that I picked up at the Florida State Fair about ten years ago. I've since given it another read, and I didn't really learn anything that I hadn't remembered from the last time I picked it up. But then, the whole "And What To Do About It" part doesn't quite apply to me, because I don't really have any children of my own, and I'm not going to be out and about at Target and such looking for random kids on drugs, just so that I can feel a bit more intuitive than I actually am for being able to call them out on it.

And finally, this wicked awesome sticker of Lando Calrissian.

No explanation necessary on this one.