I'm sure there's some tragic irony somewhere in the fact that I'm one of countless people posting this link on their blog. You'll see what I mean when you read it.
I'm a big fan of comedian Patton Oswalt. That doesn't mean I've simply watched a few YouTube clips of him or watched his sitcoms; it means that I actually make the effort to buy his CDs and DVDs and see him perform live whenever I can. I guess actually buying recordings from people seems like a quaint, an pastime for some people. Which somewhat brings me to the theme of this article.
Oswalt wrote a brilliant article on pop culture, geekdom, fandom, and how it's changed with the Internet. And it does piss me off that some 14 year-old kid can hear every Iron Maiden B-side on YouTube, after it took me years to hunt them down on physical format back in the day.
Not everybody is going to get the article, but those who do get, are sure to enjoy it. Be sure to read both pages!
OK, this is kind of a cheap shot. I'm posting this blog entry to say "Look back at this other 2-part blog entry I wrote". Because when it comes to clutter and the holidays, it's the first thing that comes to mind:
Back to doing what I do best: finding oddities in the home.
Hair removal system. I am indeed a hairy guy. This was something I bought to get rid of back hair. I never got around to applying it. And now I'm married to a woman who loves the hair too much to ever let me do it.
Coupon from restaurant. Not only did it expire, but I don't even live near the place any more.
College junk mail. Translation: "Give us more money, alumni! We really didn't take enough from you while you were here!"
Old cards and crap from doctor's office. And this doctor sucked. I went to her to check up on my sleep apnea. And every time, it consisted of 1) Drive out of my way to get to the damn hospital where she was, 2) pay the $40 co-pay, 3) wait around until I could see her, 4) have her ask the same questions, 5) have her suggest to change my C-PAP machine to a higher setting, 6) pay for parking. Needless to say, the cards aren't the only thing I've gotten rid of. Her consultation was of no help to me. I was paying around $50 just to have somebody say "Yeah, put the setting up to number X". I have no regrets of cancelling everything with her.
Old shopping list. Then again, I may just need this stuff again now.
Old receipts, some with coupons for products I'd never use. Into the shredder you go.
Candy wrapper. Well at least there isn't ancient candy in it
"After receiving an eviction notice, Franny Gray, a 75-year-old hoarder, tries to clean up her home with help from the housing authority in Framingham, Massachusetts."
I DO like how they point out that this isn't a problem you can conquer in the span of a one-hour television show. It's not about getting rid of the stuff (which isn't easy, otherwise the problem wouldn't exist in the first place), but an attitude adjustment, etc.