Hey there! You know what’s been kind of bugging me about the ol’ Swapmeet (other than that me-not-updating-it thing)?
Everything is out of date! You might not realize this, but most of the photos that have been posted since, like August? Were taken back in August. There was a real big pile of action down on the swapmeet table around then, and as a result I got a lot of pictures. And since I was doing one item at a time, those pictures lasted a long dang time.
As a matter of fact, I still have a backlog. And it’s been killing my morale, and that’s just about enough of that.
So to heck with that! Let’s jump to the present, dump the one-item-per-entry thing, and just see what’s going on in the laundry room, goddammit! Are you ready? Yes! You are totally ready! Let’s go!
Two decorative christmas-y wine glasses, and a small metal frying pan with a wooden handle! These showed up independent of each other, I think, but they’ve been hanging out together down there for a few days now; seems like no one wants either.
Consider that those are not particularly over-sized glasses: that is one tiny little frying pan. I’m thinking a dwarf got his second growth and is upsizing.
Detail shot of the pan. I kind of feel like mocking its smallness and crappiness is the clear path, but for some reason I find the handle on this thing just plain charming. And that little metal hook or loop or whatever you want to call it, on the end there? I don’t know if it came standard or got customed in by the dwarf or what, but I like it. Very rustic utilitarian.
Maybe it’s not a dwarf at all. Maybe it’s a giant descendent of William Burroughs, and this is the belt-loop spoon he keeps around for cooking up–but he’s kicking, man, he’s kicking that dang old giant-sized horse and he doesn’t need this stuff anymore. If a hypodermic the size of a turkey baster shows up, I’m going to consider it a closed case.
Ho ho ho! It’s frickin August, okay? Nobody wants a glass with christmas trees and snow on it. It’s like stopping at a news stand in the middle of the Sahara and picking up a copy of Water Monthly. No. No thank you. These glasses are going to sit on the table until at least Thanskgiving, if someone doesn’t destroy them in a fit of heat exhaustion first.
Oprah is just fucking thrilled to be Oprah. In the mean time, Andre Agassi is just happy to be on a magazine cover. You know what I miss? The mullet. That dang mullet. That was a rebel, Andre. That guy, over there, who you used to be.
And this happy crowd? This is me giving back to the swapmeet. We cleaned out the cleaning supplies last weekend; this is all the stuff we just don’t use. The iron is fine, but we got a new one; the detergent is fine except it smells way too much. (I put signs on both of those, since either could be conceivably mistaken for non-swapmeet laundry paraphernalia.)
The spray bottles were occupying niches we just didn’t need filled; and I don’t need those Clorox things because I live in a state of constant, willful filth and it’d be kind of antithetical to have it around.
And what about that speckled-out blob in front of it all? What, indeed! Introducting a new feature: What the Hell is That?
The way WtHiT works is, I don’t tell you what it is. And you’re all “What the hell is that?” And I’m all, “nuh uh, not telling.” And you’re all, “wait, I bet I totally know.” And I’m all like, “yeah, well, leave a comment or something then, smart-face.”
Aaaaaaaaaaand scene. There’s your first big old round-up digest-type post. It’s a change–end of an era and all that, I know, break out the kleenex–but if it’s one of these every weekish or so vs. the old style with months-long breaks, I’m kinda leaning toward this. Let me know what you think, natch.