Tiny anarchists ate in my bed again. Popcorn this time.
Greetings from my hovel on the shores of the Bow
I have a lot of comics and every time I walk past the shelves I think “I really need to reorganize these shelves”. To do this I need way more shelves and to take a bunch of stuff to the dump and I should really create some kind of database to track all my stuff and, and, and…
I usually get sweaty and anxious and just go stress-eat some pizza or something at this point.
I love collecting stuff, much to the chagrin of the bride, I have multiple stupid collections. I collect old video games, books, comics, blu-rays and probably other stuff I’m forgetting. I’ve stopped collecting physical music and toys (meaning I’m not actively acquiring new items, doesn’t mean I still don’t have a metric ton of those things taking up space in my basement).
At some point I started to realize I was running out of space (and the bride was running out of patience) and I decided to try to focus a bit. I rarely buy single issue comics anymore (those physical collections are currently split between my mother and mother-in-law’s homes, it’s aroudn 20,000 comics I think) and I mostly only buy physical manga collections these days. Books I’ve all but switched to reading digitally and only buy physical books of specific authors or of big art/coffee-table type things that just don’t make sense to read digitally. Blu-Rays I’ve tried to slow down… I mostly stick to one or two boutique labels and resist the urge to be a completionist for anything.
I don’t know why I’m like this. I mean, I have SOME idea -I don’t take those prescription meds every morning for hay fever- but I’m really pretty fortunate to be married to such a patient, understanding woman… Anyway, I am gonna go count my collection of used bandages.
Currently Playing: Tuluum Shimmering – “Bird Song”
Currently Reading: THE DOGS OF RIGA, Henning Mankell
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