I guess we’ve all seen that show ‘Horders’, well, I haven’t, but then again I’d rather get a root canal without novocaine than sit through watching just about any reality TV series—Anyway—On each episode there is an intervention with someone who has given his life and sanity over to hoarding, and hilarity, or whatever, ensues. (I just wonder what alien archaeologists from another dimension will think of all this crap when they dig up the remains of our dead planet in a few million years…Or better yet when the radio waves going into space reach another planet trying to figure out if they should embrace us like brothers, or exterminate us like a colony of termites before we can infect their system with our insanity. Yeah, this is the kind of stuff I think about…Also, with cable, does that mean those radio waves aren’t going out into space any more, so all that the aliens will get in a few hundred years are reruns of ‘The Brady Bunch’, and does that leave open the possibility that there just might be an Earth-worshipping alien culture out there wearing polyester leisure suits and fake afros, or will we eventually branch out into space, where some intergalactic law firm will sue our alien brothers for stealing cable, and making Jayne™ hats without a license over the course of a few thousand years? THESE ARE THE ISSUES PEOPLE!)
So where was I?
Oh, yeah…I’ve got a little problem with hoarding. Nothing that warrants an intervention, but definitely requires a parting of the ways with some of my beloved stuff…Because, as we know, thanks to George Carlin, a house is just a place for your stuff (another great video tie-in…THIS is why you come here my friends.)
The problem here is that I’m looking at loosing about 500 sq. ft. of space for my stuff when I move to L.A., due to the almost certainty of getting a smaller place, and that’s a lot of space I will no longer have for my stuff. So something has to go. But what? I could get rid of a few of my Boba Fetts, but that doesn’t seem right. My glow-in-the-dark set of graveyard zombies from Archie McPhee? Well, no, I’d hate to part with those…What about my Kotobukiya Star Wars vinyl figures (one of which is a part of the aforementioned Boba Fett collection?) Well, for fucks sake, no…I’m not getting rid of those.
You see my dilemma? So much of my stuff comes under the heading of geeky treasures that I just can’t bring myself to part with, even if it’s just stuff…
Maybe it’s time to get rid of my comic book collection, which is about eight boxes of stuff that I haven’t looked at in years, but never had the heart to part with. Okay, the comics will go…As soon as I get get time to put them in a database, categorize and price them, and sell them to comic book stores, or on eBay, and oh, sweet-bleeding-jesus-on-a-taco-shell, these are coming with me too.
Looks like it’s time to look for an apartment AND a storage place. FML.
But I have made some advances: I’m selling a bunch of books to a local book store…Mostly paperbacks, all of my science fiction books, unless signed, including my ‘Ender’s Game’ boxed set. (Look, the book was great, but Scott Card is a loud-mouthed dickhead of a hater, and I don’t want any of his stuff living with my stuff, but that’s just my intolerance toward people who are intolerant…I’m an imperfect being in an imperfect world.)
I know a lot of folks would rather part with certain limbs than give up their libraries, but with the paperback stuff, I prefer to read them on my eReader anyway, and I’m sure the paperbacks will find a good home with folks who will enjoy them, as opposed to letting them get dusty on a shelf.
Well, that’s about 3 square feet of stuff space saved…Only about 497 more to go. But, it’s a start!