Oh, woe. Last night I did successfully make a quick-stop at the home of
I did not, however, successfully hook up with Jill and the West Coast gang for Peruvian food or whatever the heck they were eating. Sorry guys! Thanks to misunderstandings and miserable weather and juiceless cellphones, I missed out on good company and probably — although I’ve heard no ecstatic ravings from
Today, I have a terrible case of collector’s remorse. I am really bummed about the quilt I did not buy at the Casa Loma auction.
“Shaded Squares” the quilt I loved, really, truly loved is gone. It sold for $900, which should be a comfort, because that’s out of my price range anyhow, but not far ENOUGH out of my price range. I was strongly debating going up to $725 and with some “extra” Christmas/birthday financing from Mum, $900 might have been do-able. It was within reach, and I let it slip away. My justification for not going to the auction, aside from the utterly absurd entrance fee of $75, was that if I am serious about quilting, I should be able to make many extremely lovely quilts of my own with the money I’d be spending on someone else’s. But let’s get real, here. When, exactly, am I going to reach the skill level/have the necessary scrap stash to make this?
Dear collector’s remorse,
I hate you.
No love,
Pipes
The Gorillaz, as in the first album, with “Clint Eastwood” on it? You can have mine, I’ll bring it up next month if I remember, because I think that disc pretty much blows.
-CP
…you could get it from me as soon as I retrieve my CD case from one of the multiple boxes I’ve packed recently – I have your Gorillaz CD & have for years – I think we listened to it on that rafting trip a few years ago.
Also, having been through non-buyer’s remorse a couple of times, here are a few words to live by – `Collector’s Remorse – it’s not as bad as bankruptcy’.
C
Dear Internet,
You work like magic! How do you do it? If you were a person instead of an autonomous collective of digital data, I would marry you. Sadly, you are not, so I will continue to merely use you for my own nefarious objectifying, shallow, consumeristic purposes.
Snootchie Bootchies,
Pipes
Holy schnitzel!!! I was only kidding! But now I have come to realize that the Internet really DOES have all the answers!
ALL OF THEM!!!
Or at least the nagging ones about where I’ve left my personal belongings, which frankly, are the only important ones.
Just to give back some of that good karma, I still have “Angels”, but why don’t I just hold on to that for you until after your move, say?
Sounds like a plan, Stanley – if I have one more personal possession enter the house in the next little bit, I’ll explode – and we just found out that we won’t be able to offload some of our boxes in advance after all, so I’m all about getting rid of possessions. 🙂
C
psst – pipes! go ask the internet for 10 million dollars for me! I’ll go buy the quilt for you as a finders’ fee, even if I have to wrest it from the soon-t-be-former-owners’ cold dead hands!
I meant to call and ask how the yard sale went, but once again, miserable weather (pauvre vous!) and sleep conspired against me. I spent the whole morning in bed, feeling vaguely nagged by feelings of guilt at not driving down Keele and bringing you hot TiHo’s.
Then I remembered you don’t drink coffee, and the guilt subsided.
Then I went back to sleep.
No worries – no one should have been out in that weather except for diehards like us. Considering it was late October on a rainy day, the yard sale was a stunning success – we made just over $100 towards our move fund, and don’t seem to be suffering any permanent damages from the bone-chilling cold. We went to Timmy’s for chili for lunch – yummmmm.
C
We had an unfortunate ending to our evening at the resto. So it’s just as well you missed those five minutes, though we missed you silly for the two hours before them.
*purrs*
You missed me?
Lurve to all you nice people.
I missed you too!
Sorry about not being hardy enough to endure the outdoors.
Also sorry about poopy dinner finale. Hope all was resolved well.
xoxo Pipes
Are you sure you haven’t taken a swiss army knife and carved “Fuck You Damon Albarn” in it? You’re a dangerous man around CDs you dislike.
I’m going to assume that was a shout out to your friend and mine, Dave, who occasionally suffers from the twin threats of rage and poor judgment.
I really hope that message wasn’t intended for me, and that I haven’t blocked out the memory of some horrible, now-forgotten moment in grade seven or eight when I carved obscenities into one of your treasured musical belongings.
Because that would be scary.
Yes indeed — that was a shout-out to a stunt that Davey pulled one night during Paul Week ’97. We wanted to see just how well Casey’s “Perma-Spin” CD Scratch-Removing Polish worked. Remarkably well, actually.
The weird thing about LJ is that, when it e-mails comments to the LJ’s owner, it doesn’t have a way of mentioning that some of the comments are replies to other commenters, not to the LJ owner. They should really fix that.
Aha, the infamous “Fuck you Darius Rucker” incident. Pipes my friend, you are half right about this particular instance: it was indeed an act of rage, but it was most definitely not an act of poor judgement.
I too was amazed at Perma-Spin’s restorative powers; not only had I scrawled the above graffito into the surface of Cracked Rear View with my trusty Swiss Army knife, I believe I also kicked it around the floor of good old #2309, scraping the surface against the sandy linoleum tiles.
After an application of Perma-Spin, the disc didn’t exactly play properly, but you could still tell from listening to it that it had once been a Hootie and the Blowfish album, at which point I believe I set about making damn sure that the disc was permanently removed from circulation. Of course, there were 12 Million other copies in circulation at that point, so the gesture was purely symbolic.
And yes, I did once own said album, but I GOT IT FOR FREE FROM BMG BECAUSE I HAD TO PICK 12 OF THEIR CRAPPY CD’S.
I swear.
See you both in a few weeks. Pipes, let me know if you want the disc.
-CP
I just want to say that again.
They sold 12 Million copies of Cracked Rear View.
I believe the phrase is “Dodecuple Platinum.”
-CP
Ahh, yes, the shenanigans of twenty-three zero nine. I feel I should let you know, David, that Civilization 4 is being released this week. That may be a visitation entertainment option when you come up next month. Or, you know, you might want to SEE some of Toronto. Your call.
Re: do I want the CD. Well, no disrespect to, but given the fact that she has books of mine buried somewhere in her room that she borrowed from me in grade six (aka 1988), it could be a while until my original album finds its way home. So certainly, I would love to take your copy of Gorillaz off your hands.
Hootie and the Blowfish, however, is a cross you must bear alone. No way is that shit making it into my home, not even as a scratchedy-assed coaster.
(ps – “scratchedy-assed” is my best word creation of this week so far)