Stuff...

... looking around my blogroom, I've managed to collect quite an assortment of truly weird shit... detritus of a life misspent, I suppose... plastic lizards and salamanders purchased with foreign coin on far away shores... Zippos from bygone, halcyon days when smoking wasn't a crime... even a cricket bat that was gifted to me - signed by my platoon of Marines - as a de-mobbing present at my Hail and Farewell ceremony... why a cricket bat, I have no idea... perhaps they envisioned my beating Tennesseans with it on occasion.. but like I said, I honestly have no idea...

... the list continues, of course... piles and piles of crap... it's amazing... in one corner there are scattered photos waiting for an album... London, I believe... one of the lions that guard Trafalgar Square has my arm jammed down his throat up to the shoulder... a lone, discarded 25lb dumb bell sits near the stack of photos...

... dog-eared tomes of poetry... Frost, Service, Owen, and Nash... two dictionaries.. one Webster's New World, and one NTC's Dictionary of American Slang and Colloquial Expressions... a crumpled pack of Camels... a vial of Outers gun oil... my tree-stand... a rolled poster of Joanne Guest that The Wife won't let me put up.... not even in the garage.. an old address book I've had since 1990 with the addresses of friends and relatives long dead or out of touch...

... it is mayhem.. and it is my space... contented amid the clutter, I am... peeking under the randomly tossed magazine in search of a CD or two... the rest of the house?.. polished and buffed, dear ones.... suitable for visitation by even the highest of lowbrows... but the blogroom... ahh.. it is the primordial funk of the place that both disgusts and inspires... tis truly a wonder... a savage place at times, but yet still homey...

.. shit, people... I don't write this blog.. it writes itself...

by Eric on September 29, 2005 | Bullshit (5) | TrackBack (0) | SWG Stories
Bullshit So Far

I need a room like that, instead of a house.

Bullshitted by ArmyWifeToddlerMom on September 29, 2005 02:50 PM

You have pretty well described my office except it is some empty Skoal cans instead of ciagette packs and lighters. I have to kick a couple of tackle boxes out of the way and duck under a surf rod to get to my piece of 'you committed a fatal error' just to waste some more time. I should be fishin' instead.

Bullshitted by GUYK on September 29, 2005 07:42 PM

And we are all the better for it. :)

Bullshitted by Richmond on September 29, 2005 09:22 PM

Dude, you forgot about the Chair Of The Ambassador. There's power in the Chair, people. Power.

Bullshitted by That 1 Guy on September 30, 2005 11:42 AM

and no blogroom is complete without several collections of fine poetry! i am jealous of the dictionary of american slang ...

Bullshitted by hazel on September 30, 2005 06:17 PM