2012-06-01-BFP931-yourmothe


931 Your Mother!

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I went down into the basement today, trying to find some parts for some stuff I wanted to sell. I couldn’t find that stuff, of course, but I did find my box of old Nerf guns. The only two that are worth a damn are a pair of Splitfires. These are the second pair of guns to have the names Sureshot & Son Of Sureshot. The original “guns” were atomizers for use in sculpting clay. That was, in turn, a reference to a Bestie Boys song. I didn’t talk about it at the time, but I was bummed when Adam Yauch passed away. I don’t have many “favorite bands” but the Beastie Boys are certainly one of them. Anyway, it made me think of those times to see these old blasters again. My friend Justin & I had a few Nerf battles in the radio station he worked at for a while. It used to be a bank, so the layout was great for that crap. Anyway, I’m keeping the twins, but I’m going to sell off the other guns. Even if they don’t work some modder will be able to make use of them. I have two larger blasters with rotating barrels and a couple of combo watergun Nerf guns. I forget the names though. They’re at least from 1999 though. Still working as far as I can tell. Well, most of them anyway. I have the parts for one of those 20 dart guns, but it’s broken. At least I think I still have the parts. I actually know how to fix it if I do, I just never got around to it. Of course someone might be able to get just as much use out of a broken Nerf as a whole one these days. I may just sell it as parts.

I’ve got lots of random stuff to get rid of. Stuff I just kept because it was too much of a hassle to get rid of it mostly. It’s still a pain, but I could use the money, so I better suck it up. I hate going downstairs though. It always gives me terrible allergy attacks. All day since I’ve been down there I’m practically gasping for air. Some kind of dust is in the air down there. No mold that I can detect, or anything else, but something that my body dislikes. I need one of those little face breathers like in the movies.

Anyway, I put a pair of Metroid Prime sunglasses on ebay today, just as a test run. I have those, a StarWars Battlefront 2 shirt still in plastic, a Donkey Kong bobble head, and an orange Gameboy Advance shoulder bag so far to get rid of. I was trying to find all my Xevoz parts to get rid of them, which is what started this thing in ernest. I’m missing a couple of bits that I think I probably still have. After that it’s Star Wars dolls. Literal dolls, the 12 inch ones. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking buying those, but whatever. I did and now I’m getting rid of them. They’re the ones from when Episode 1 came out. I might keep Qui Gon because he was cool, but everyone else is on notice.

I’m thinking of selling my comic collection too. There’s 3 or 4 longboxes of varios x titles from the mid 90s. I haven’t read them since the first time I did, and I suspect I never will again. It’s kind of a shame I can’t just trade them straigh across for digital copies. I’d probably read them it it wasn’t such a bitch to sort through the boxes and whatnot. The collecting aspect of comics no longer appeals to me. Except in very special cases. Content is what I care about. The delivery system is not as big a deal. As long as someone has a hard copy to make digital copies from I’m good. I’d love to have a complete set of Knights Of The Dinner Table on my reader. Those are some stories I could bear to read again.

This video is somewhat prophetic in so far as this is what happened with video game achivements: