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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by 1955, Jan 12, 2018.
Dude, proper punctuation would make this a lot clearer.
You may pass on the right.
Seriously...invariably when I "de-clutter" and get rid of "stuff", within six months (and usually sooner) I DO need whatever it was. My father was a man who NEVER threw anything away....and eventually used nearly everything he saved. He was a child of the Depression, and they had to be frugal and resourceful. It rubbed off on me.
I could not have said it better myself
People who think there's two kinds of people in the world . . . and people who are smart enough to know better.
Quite so. And when I say there's 2 kinds of people, I'm putting them on a continuum, one kind at one end, the other at the other end, and everyone in between. But it's only one axis for the sake of discussion. Otherwise it gets...
So don't take it as black and white. Take it as a description of black and white and an implicit definition of all the gray in between.
"Take It To The Dump" - Band Name Alert
I do wonder where I read this style before: Henry Miller/Ginsberg/Kerouac/absurd French philosophy
If anyone knows then let me know as each time I read it some neural pathway flutters but the message never gets through
Ahh, the dump! Where lonely lug bears menace telephone rests, and the seeds of perversion effervesce.
KISS. Best way to purge is sell your house and move. Place a dumpster in the front yard and throw away anything you don't want to pack or move.
We are professional consumers and we are professional hoarders.
The zillions of "mini storage" units is a blatant statement on who we are as a society. Sad, but true.
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I read that as "yes."
I inherited being a clutterbug. Mom passed it on.
Nobody’s mentioned consolidation. I put up two 12’ shelves up high in my shop. Went to work organizing all my clutter. I put a 3x5 card taped on the end. You know, truck parts, boat parts, and hot tub, etc.. much gets saved and much goes to dump. I feel better about myself having it organized and have lot’s of “in stock” items for all my projects.
I'm amazed so many people figured out what 1955 was talking about. That is, IF that is what he was talking about.
So what you're saying is, there's more than two kinds of people in the world.
Three moves is as good as a fire!
Yesterday I found an old weight training log that had me bench pressing 45 pounds more than I can now. That belongs in the trash, right?
Such are popular conceptions of duty, obligation: demanding everything we have, offering only Cracker Jack cardboard shakes.
Where did I get all of my stuff?
My shrink-wrap wrinkles dancing in front of the woodmirrow wall, excuses of my bog-body unable to rip away from the glue-press of antiquities that have little regard for my truths.
Shrewd manipulation has made me compliant in my own destruction, and for what, a perpetuity of mad scrambling for morsels?
Ever tried to convince a hoarder to let go of some of their things?
Some things need to be tossed.
I understand this bit... and the municipal tip that's just opened in the nearest town has been getting multiple trips from me as I strive to see the garage floor once again.