My Collection
Do you have display cabinets full of stuff? With it all neatly labelled, cross-referenced and entered into a database. Have you been to a convention? Do other collectors look up to you in awe?
I thought I was above this one. I'm not that autistically geeky that I have a Collection with a capital C. But no, I remembered I'm hoarding away every version of "Inside Macintosh" ever published.
What do you collect? And why? I mean, what makes you do it?
( , Thu 11 Jan 2007, 16:52)
Do you have display cabinets full of stuff? With it all neatly labelled, cross-referenced and entered into a database. Have you been to a convention? Do other collectors look up to you in awe?
I thought I was above this one. I'm not that autistically geeky that I have a Collection with a capital C. But no, I remembered I'm hoarding away every version of "Inside Macintosh" ever published.
What do you collect? And why? I mean, what makes you do it?
( , Thu 11 Jan 2007, 16:52)
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Records.
For about a year.
Until this Christmas just gone, I didn't and had never owned a working record player.
Yes, I have a fully comprehensive list, and yes, I alphabetise them every night when I put them back into their box.
*sighs* apologies for lack of hilarity.
However, when I was younger I'd collect the little plastic coffee stirrers from trains. They were Mr Sticky, Mrs Sticky, and if I broke one, they were all the little Twiglets.
In year 3 I'd pick up interesting leaves in the playground and keep them in my desk beyond when they went dry and fell apart.
My teacher eventually got tired of finding bits of leaves in my books, threw a strop and emptied them all into the bin :(
( , Thu 11 Jan 2007, 21:36, Reply)
For about a year.
Until this Christmas just gone, I didn't and had never owned a working record player.
Yes, I have a fully comprehensive list, and yes, I alphabetise them every night when I put them back into their box.
*sighs* apologies for lack of hilarity.
However, when I was younger I'd collect the little plastic coffee stirrers from trains. They were Mr Sticky, Mrs Sticky, and if I broke one, they were all the little Twiglets.
In year 3 I'd pick up interesting leaves in the playground and keep them in my desk beyond when they went dry and fell apart.
My teacher eventually got tired of finding bits of leaves in my books, threw a strop and emptied them all into the bin :(
( , Thu 11 Jan 2007, 21:36, Reply)
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