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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Ralphseviltwin reminded me
of a story my mother told me a few years ago. She was doing her PhD in Cambridge, sharing a terraced house with a couple of female friends. They, like most people on their street, hung their washing out overnight in the summer.
One day, getting the drying in, they started to think that they had fewer knickers than they thought. The following week, it was definitely fewer. And it wasn't just them. Up and down the street, women were standing in their gardens, looking perplexed at the knicker-sized gaps that had appeared on their washing lines.
One day they caught a man in the act. He confessed all, and took the police to his house, where he'd built up a huge collection of ladies knickers. Hundreds upon hundreds of them. They victims of his crime were offered their knickers back once he'd been convicted.
They declined.
ewwwwww.
Me? I used to collect nail varnish. I had about 100 bottles, and because I'm a flautist and have to keep my nails short, I never used them. They went manky and I threw them away when I was 17. meh.
( , Fri 12 Jan 2007, 13:57, Reply)
of a story my mother told me a few years ago. She was doing her PhD in Cambridge, sharing a terraced house with a couple of female friends. They, like most people on their street, hung their washing out overnight in the summer.
One day, getting the drying in, they started to think that they had fewer knickers than they thought. The following week, it was definitely fewer. And it wasn't just them. Up and down the street, women were standing in their gardens, looking perplexed at the knicker-sized gaps that had appeared on their washing lines.
One day they caught a man in the act. He confessed all, and took the police to his house, where he'd built up a huge collection of ladies knickers. Hundreds upon hundreds of them. They victims of his crime were offered their knickers back once he'd been convicted.
They declined.
ewwwwww.
Me? I used to collect nail varnish. I had about 100 bottles, and because I'm a flautist and have to keep my nails short, I never used them. They went manky and I threw them away when I was 17. meh.
( , Fri 12 Jan 2007, 13:57, Reply)
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