And here are some more recent residents to my trash bin:
- Staples flier. This is just one of those institutions where they seem to have more "deals" than things you actually need to get.
- The Manual to my Old Radar Detector. So what happened to my "old" radar detector? It was taken away from me. I got pulled over in Canada, and was given not only a speeding ticket, but the cop demanded that I hand over my radar detector too. Apparently, it's OK to speed in Canada; you just can't have a radar detector. He claimed there was a sign saying you couldn't have them, but I didn't see it. It was however the first time I heard a cop pronounce my incredibly weird and long last name correctly.
- CD/DVD slip covers. I've talked about these before, and it seems that I just keep on finding more and more of these. Yes, I'm a completist when it comes to Black Sabbath stuff. And here are the slip covers to "Black Sabbath: The Dio Years" and the Heaven and Hell DVD (filmed at a show I'm happy to say that I was in the audience for). But really, these things just make it harder to get the damn thing out of the case. As the mighty Ronnie James Dio would say, "You're the last in line!"
- Mapquest prints. So many directions to people I barely remember, or only met once to buy or sell something through Craiglist or years ago through the Want Ads. I'm afraid of the day where I'll inevitably be cleaning out my car, because I probably have 50 of them in there.
- Catering menu for an ice cream shop. Oh boy, just what I need! Why the hell did I even take this in the first place? Who the hell am I going to get an ice cream party for? Get this thing out of my sight.
- The Phoenix. A local, free Boston-area paper that's put out every week. Good for the classified ads. Good for the music reviews. Good for local stuff-to-do. Though the writing is so left-wing, it would make Abbie Hoffman blush. I figured I was saving this for some key article. Maybe about my brother, who is a professional musician. But alas, I could not figure out what article that might have been. Actually I think I had a good idea, but it was nothing I felt like reading about now. So long, Phoenix. Don't bother rising from the ashes.