There used to be a picture of a pillow. It was a pretty nice pillow.

It’s worth noting that I no longer live in the apartment building where the swapmeet table was. This site, unlike many others I’ve started and then neglected, is actually genuinely moot, in that sense — which, honestly, I don’t know if that’s a comforting or sad or a little bit of both.

RIP, laundryroom swapmeet. You were a good weird time.

 Thanks!

Into the dryer went ~8 polos, 2 pairs of jeans, a couple of T-shirts, and some socks & underwear. Out came 4 polos, 1 pair of jeans, 1 T-shirt and not as many of the others.

Bizarre!  I’ve worried now and then that I’ve documented (and, worse, someone else has swapped out) what looked like swapmeet donations that were in fact stray articles of clothing forgotten mid-laundering; it seems an unlikely thing, but who can know for sure?

But I’m pretty sure I’ve never accidentally photographed the inside of a dryer, so I think I’m cleared on this one.

Also, hacker nazis must die, kthx.

Well, that’s understandable: the swapmeet is the top google hit, baby.

Mostly I’d just like to thank the Academy is all.

Who’s this scrappy redhead, this metal wallflower?  Why, I believe we’ve had a visit from Mr. Handtruck!

He was here and then gone again—to return, perhaps, some day?  I do not know.  But here he was, and we will always cherish the memory of that happy day.

Is a little happiness too much to ask for?  Mr. Stroller had only just found some joy and companionship, and now, so soon, he is alone again.

Why, Ms. Stroller?  Why did you leave?  Can’t you see what a state you’ve left this poor vehicle in?  He sits in the dim corner, capable only of wondering how he ended up in such a sorry situation.  What, he wonders, next?

It’s been a while since we checked in on Mr. Stroller (who was introduced in this post).  In the interim, I’m happy to report that he has stuck around.

And it seems to be paying off.  Who is this lovely lady, strollering beside him down in the laundryroom?  Is it too presumptuous to refer to her as Mrs. Stroller?  Perhaps.  We’ll see what happens with these crazy kids.

I’m so happy for Mr. Stroller.  He’s such a great guy.

The only problem is that I now have a new backlog of like three dozen items that have shown up while I was working through the old backlog.

Dammit!

When I first conceived of the swapmeet, I imagined it as a real-time proposition, more or less—each evening, I would take pictures of anything new on the table, and post that in the next day or so.  And I still like that idea, but the backlog continues to be of considerable size, so it might be a while before I’m actually genuinely caught up.

Alas.  And some of you may have been presuming that this was a real-time feed.  Apologies for shattering the illusion.  There’s tissue on the coffee table—take your time.  Let it all out.  That’s it.  That’s okay.  You’re gonna be okay.