Everything in my freezer, except for a Hagen Daaz raspberry sorbet I recently bought, is over a year old. I have a salmon steak, some Jewish “Stouffers-like” bag-o-soup, boxed broccoli, and two Lender’s bagels with a date tab of March 1999. (Oh, and a frozen horse head…)
I’ve got an old harp guitar sitting in the corner. Don’t play it much; needs worked on. Still looks cool with all the dust and spiderwebs I’ve cultivated, though.
three foot long bar with eye bolts and snap rings on each end… Arden Ranger will know what it’s for 
But my favorite is a wasp nest that was built in two sections kind of like a figure eight… I figure even the insect world is going condo :eek:
If everything goes as planned, I will have 3 uranium doped marbles soon.
BWAHAHAHA!
I’ve got a four-foot long milipede made out of rebar with a porcelin baby head on one end.
I have the heel from a boot that my friend was wearing when he rode his Harley right between the headlights of a semi.
Lesson: If you’ve been drinking, and then decide it’s a good idea to ride a motorcycle at 70 mph on a trunk highway, don’t look over your shoulder to see if your buddy is catching up to you.
HA! Pucette gave me one of these for my birthday. She promised me her gift was “Something I like”, which is true, I suppose, but I think it might have been more suited for Vincent Price.
This may be the most valuable bizarre possession. I’m sure that a couple of years ago a boarding pass for the Titanic sold for $100,000.
Tibetan Yak-hair slingshot.
A Dust Puppy.
For a somewhat eccentric guy, I don’t have too many really weird possessions. I can only think of a few that are a bit weird.
Two of my wisdom teeth, though only one has turned up since my move. Big ugly things.
A street sign given to me almost 14 years ago. It’s a big white rectangle with an arrow on it. I can never decide which way to hang it.
A noose I tied myself. Spooky thing about it was that I had never tied a noose before nor read anything about how to do it, but just from guessing I got it right, even down to the number of loops.
An ATM receipt autographed by Sting – it was the only thing I had available when I ran into him and his wife Trudie Styler, walking around Tribeca, free as they pleased at 3 am. Forever immortalized with the evidence that I only had $12 in my checking account that day.
I also have an autograph from David Letterman on one of the pencils that he used to throw through the windows behind his desk – those pencils were made especially for that purpose and had no point, but instead were made with an eraser at either end.
My aunt was a flight attendant for many years, and from her I have a small plastic box containing a false eyelash that she swore was left on a dinner tray by a slightly inebriated Diana Ross.
I also have a marble from a roulette wheel at the Luxor; my husband swiped it as a commemorative of our wedding night.
Strange connection to the OP – Carlton Haselrig is my cousin. I bet he wonders where he lost that passport. I may have to clue him in at the next family reunion.
A portion of my brother’s ashes sit on my mantle. They’re in a little fluted jar that’s been sealed with was. I don’t find it particularly bizarre but it does give some folks the creeps.
Branch Davidian Stationary with their letterhead.
I got it from a small shack near the compound along with some books, including pornography, with member’s names written on the cover. Nice job, FBI.
Well, I have a fake human brain in a jar that really freaks out some people (got it from an annual “props room” sale that a local theater has—great for picking up weird stuff).
A large collection of snake related objects, including two paperweights containing actual (dead) snakes. I guess they poured Lucite over them after they died. Also a cobra skin w/head that I have on the wall in my bathroom–forgot to warn a plumber about it one time before he went in & he shrieked when he saw it.
An “exploding” turtle I had to design for a play I was working on (it had to be pulled apart in the play and have blood/guts fly everywhere).
Also, an old set of glass doll eyes which peep out of the top of an empty wine bottle on my windowsill…
Well, I was possessed by Washu (from Tenchi Muyo) for an IFGS game a while back…
Oops. Wrong kind of possession. I think I’m mostly outweirded here, so I’ll just list some things and let you guys decide whether they’re bizarre or not:
- black He-Ne laser in a case that resembles an extra-large bazooka, labeled in Klingon glyphs with the parenthetical translation “(Acme Little Giant Death Ray)”
- a Tibetan singing bowl
- a bamboo saxophone
- a silver Hoberman sphere with an inflated balloon inside it (I refer to it as the “Orb of Foundation” and use a different color balloon every time it deflates)
- a fake corpse (in a state of moderate decay)
- a microscopic space fleet (if I can just find it)
- a box of cow bones, well-bleached
- a large red shield with the proper emblem for Star Trek security on it–a gold funeral lily
- several jars of beeswax
- several very old parachutes (I won’t even willingly enter a plane, much less jump out of one)
Urk. I am amazed at how many of the items listed I already have.
In my office at work, I have a big bottle of stage blood, Zesty Mint flavor. I also have a wig, a broadsword, and a bottle of blue face paint, but that’s from the time I ran around pretending to be Braveheart. [sub]What else are you gonna do on a slow Monday?[/sub]
From my home collection, I have:
[ul][li]a ventriloquism dummy[/li][li]any number of odd stage and close up magic props that are not what they appear to be (I use a Franz Harary Zig-Zag box as a coffee table)[/li][li]a collection of African masks including a Zulu warrior fetish statue who watches the doorway for me[/li][li]the plans and most of the parts to build my own hovercraft[/ul][/li]
I am deeply covetous of the stuffed armadillo.
I’ve a small portion of my mother’s ashes in a locket. I wear it when I travel – kinda like a patron saint thing, except she’s not a saint. Nor was she catholic.
I didn’t realise keeping wisdom teeth was weird. I had my first one pulled a couple months ago and asked to keep it. I keep hoping the tooth fairy will trade me something good for it, but no luck so far.
I, too, am deeply covetous of the stuffed armadillo.
The only item on the following list that I have in my immediate possession is the first - the rest are still at my parents’ house in New York:
- 5" plaster bust of Dwight D. Eisenhower. The nose was exceptionally pointy when I bought it, to the point that I used it to open packages. Unfortunately it’s now worn down. I kept him in my high school locker and my friends rubbed his bald spot for good luck on tests.
- Dead crayfish in a wooden box
- The Crying Aborted Jeff Gordon Fetus Doll. Found it in a bargain bin at Kmart. Little stuffed thing of race car driver Jeff Gordon, in a seated position, clutching a steering wheel, with a grossly oversized head/helmet, that shrieks when you hit it.
- Lifesize cardboard cutout of obscure NASCAR drive Elliott Sadler
- Door handle from the car of one of my best friend’s exboyfriends. She broke up with him, he started saying she and I were lesbian lovers and badmouthing us both, we decided to exact revenge by removing both door handles from his 2-door Honda, then locking the doors before we shut 'em. She kept one, I kept the other.
- Several feet of seatbelt webbing and a piece of the rear quarter panel from a friend’s race car
** Disco Jesus. **
It’s a standard painting of Jesus on the cross, with bloody wounds and all, but mine has the extra added feature of little blinking disco lights outlining his form and the wounds. It’s priceless!