Tales From The Storage Unit, Part 2: The Vengeance Of Gargamel

I was digging through a heap of my old stuff today and here are a few things that I was pleasantly surprised to come across:

My bank mailed this very informative pamphlet to me circa 1998. It offers a very comforting explanation of why it was unnecessary for me to empty out my checking account prior to the stroke of midnight that was to ring in the current millennium. It goes on about how, in 1995, they "began formal preparation with the formation of a corporate-wide, cross-functional project team", and a bunch of other bullshit. I used to read it for comfort whenever I would feel a tinge of pre-millennium anxiety kicking in. During the final days of the nineties, it proved to be invaluably therapeutic.

Here's my Smurfs Rubik's Cube.

It's just like a standard traditional Rubik's Cube, only it has a bunch of Smurfs all over it. The Smurfs on the two sides shown here seem to be having a grand 'ol time, while the one on top trying to ski is in a world of shit. Sucks to be him.

I stole this sign from the men's room of a nice outdoorsy restaurant in Sarasota, Florida about ten years ago.

I really like how the sign had to be altered with the handwritten additions. And some of the seagulls in the area must have periodically taken shelter in the bathroom, hence the bird crap all over it.

Then again, it could be paint. Or even White-Out.

My new addiction is not without its price.

I've been eating great deal of sunflower seeds lately. After A few days of enjoying them nonstop, I've come to develop a pretty nasty raw patch about the spot of my tongue on which I unshell the seeds.

It hurts like a bitch.

Hurry up, willya, I'm gettin' hungry.

I was all about to tell you about this kickass ketchup sandwich that I had for brunch today, when I suddenly realized that I've been talking an awful lot about food lately, and it just might be about time to shift gears and stop thinking with my stomach. Hopefully, by next time, I'll come up with something else to talk about. A few ideas that come to mind include the internal combustion engine, the life and times of Telly Savalas, or maybe even...

Fuck!

I'm outta Gummi Bears again.

Check ya later.