I’ve been working on ingesting my entire CD collection into my PC for transfer to a portable player. A couple of hundred CD’s and I’ve still got plenty of room on the portable for a lot more.
And I may want to buy more too.
Or maybe different CD’s
I haven’t gone through my collection in this much detail in a long time. It’s amazing how much crap I’ve managed to buy or acquire over the years. Some of these CD’s I’m not even sure which song I liked - if any.
So, I start working on cleaning out my clothes closet.
Same problem. How the HELL could I have bought THAT shirt??
So Goodwill is going to be getting two or three very large bags of clothing and I think the local used CD store may be getting a couple of boxes of music now too…
I know all of you Dopers are much more put together than I, however, so I know that nobody else could be having similar circumstances, right?
Says the person who is taking a break from cleaning out the bedroom…
So far:
3 bags of outsized clothes, and the other side of the closet to go.
2 broken CD cases (replaced).
6 homeless CD (in blank cases, can’t find the original cases).
3 boxes of books (haven’t read for six months? OUT DEY GO!!!)
Single socks. 30 of them. I shyte thee not. Where the hell are their matches?!?!
Although I would like to take a look at your CD collection, now that I have more room on the bookshelves…
It’s been a kick this whole weekend, starting with the joys of having huge pillows once again. They can really inspire you to greater heights.
I just discovered I have Britney Spears’ first album. I don’t know how I got it, I swear. I never bought it, I never asked for it, I never picked it up as a free sample, I never did any of those things.
And now I’ve got it… what do I do with it?
I have too much junk. I found out that our restaurant is going to hold a rummage sale to raise money for the Relay for Life Breast Cancer fund and I am going to be donating items. It is for a great cause and will help me clear a few things out of the closets.
And to think I was planning to give the tape to my eight-year-old cousin in its intact state. Clearly I lack imagination, screech-owl.
[Do eight-year-olds still like Britney Spears?]
Having gone through some other crap lying around the place, I’ve found I’m also the owner of some Spice Girls albums (CDs, this time). And some Sweet Valley High books. And pink hair bobbles.
I just moved and got rid of a bunch of stuff; now that I’m getting my stuff organized, I’m finding more clothes to get rid of. I’m also tackling costume jewelry and my tiny music collection.
For the destruction of unwanted CD’s (AOL, Brittney, Justin Timberlake, etc.) I recommend getting an old microwave oven that you don’t care too much about, a well ventilated area and the instructions laid out at T o a s t i e s
I’ve had hours of fun this way. It’s WAY cool.
(oh, but TRUST ME on the well ventilated area - and don’t let the kids try this…)
You could have had to clean out my parents house… my poor cousin: he is a neatnut… about had cardiac arrest helping… his boyfriend got several good laughs out of it.
Heck, I found bank receipts going back to 1976 mixed in with papers from the 90s. I dont think Mother EVER threw out a check in her life. Or utility bill. Talk about finding out WAY more about my parent’s finances than I ever wanted to know.
How can one person have 50 identical ceramic mushrooms and still feel good about themselves?
Too much crap? How is such a thing possible? I live for crap. Goodwill, thrift shops, garage sales. I mean it’s…it’s MY LIFE!
Too much crap? You sound like a troublemaker to me. Please, think of the homeless crap. Simple human charity and goodness demands that I give crap a chance. Can’t you find it in yourself to do the same?
Loneraven, it’s ok. I discovered a Backstreet Boys album in my car, left over from when my neice travelled with me at Christmas. I also found some Christopher Pike books mixed in with Sweet Valley Twins, and the Babysitters Club.
I also have three pairs of majorette boots from 1995, a ribbon from the balloon I got from my senior prom, 25 pairs of shoes, 6 winter coats, and board games with a zillion missing pieces.
I have two sets of fireplace tools. My current home has no fireplace and I have lived here for eight years.
Those fireplace tools constitute about one tenth of one percent of the items stored in my garage. That is typical of my habit of saving “potentially useful things” which my wife (completely without reason) calls junk.
