Collecting weird shit since... forever.
Every so often, I come across an object and think, "OH GOD, I WANT THAT." It's never something simple or practical, like shoes or a nice cookpot. Usually it's a horrible sort of thing where, were I to buy it, I would immediately realize it had no business being in my home. Half the time, it isn't even something real. Some of my I WANT THATs have included
* drinking horn (purchased; did not regret!)
* picnic basket (yard sale; excellent for playing Yogi and Boo-boo)
* various plants that I don't have room for
* Viking helmets (still on the lookout for a good one)
* assorted Very Bad Idea pets, such as a goat (seriously want one), a tame fox (would be so great!) and a bear (if you have never imagined riding a bear to work, then... do it. Right now. Imagine lolloping down the avenue on your grizzly! He would totally just climb over all the other cars during traffic jams. Then when you get to work, you give him a hug and say, "Here's a twenty, Friend Bear. Go and have fun at the mall. See you at 5:00!" SEE? Don't you want a bear now?! I do.)
This is a very childish instinct, but I don't think I'm going to outgrow it. Today, Dan mentioned that one of the weapons in Warhammer is a "filth mace". Its attacks are poisonous and under the right circumstances, can inspire terror in enemies. Come on, man. A FILTH MACE. That is amazing. I would jog through ANY Baltimore neighborhood at night if I could do it with a filth mace. I would take it to concerts and use it to make my way to the front. But obviously, I can't have a filth mace. But oh, how I want one. I wonder - do most people have impulses to buy stupid stuff like that? Do you ever buy your insane impulse items? If so, do you have buyer's remorse?
* drinking horn (purchased; did not regret!)
* picnic basket (yard sale; excellent for playing Yogi and Boo-boo)
* various plants that I don't have room for
* Viking helmets (still on the lookout for a good one)
* assorted Very Bad Idea pets, such as a goat (seriously want one), a tame fox (would be so great!) and a bear (if you have never imagined riding a bear to work, then... do it. Right now. Imagine lolloping down the avenue on your grizzly! He would totally just climb over all the other cars during traffic jams. Then when you get to work, you give him a hug and say, "Here's a twenty, Friend Bear. Go and have fun at the mall. See you at 5:00!" SEE? Don't you want a bear now?! I do.)
This is a very childish instinct, but I don't think I'm going to outgrow it. Today, Dan mentioned that one of the weapons in Warhammer is a "filth mace". Its attacks are poisonous and under the right circumstances, can inspire terror in enemies. Come on, man. A FILTH MACE. That is amazing. I would jog through ANY Baltimore neighborhood at night if I could do it with a filth mace. I would take it to concerts and use it to make my way to the front. But obviously, I can't have a filth mace. But oh, how I want one. I wonder - do most people have impulses to buy stupid stuff like that? Do you ever buy your insane impulse items? If so, do you have buyer's remorse?