2 dried crawfish shells, a picture of future neice or nephew’s sonogram, Mr Hankey, bottle of Tabasco, several Dale Earnhardt and Kevin Harvick diecast cars of various scales, Bob & Doug McKenzie figures, and a softball from a tavern league championship game in 1996 (we lost)
I have several Smurf wind-up toys from 1982 on a shelf above my desk. Nothing in the drawers is very old. The oldest is probably an employee newsletter from 1996.
Sorry, I read that “oldest” instead of “oddest”. Answer is still the same.
100 times actual size promotional Stelazine tablet. I fint giant anti-psychotic drugs to be quite the conversation starter.
I also currently have 3 partially gutted G3 Powerbooks.
A bag full of googley eyes.
Probably my Duke Nukem 3D mouse pad. (I used to have a Warcraft II Orc Warrior action figure standing on my monitor, but he disappeared some time ago. Damn cleaning people.)
A porcupine-fish squirt gun.
Oldest and oddest: a Los Angeles High School Winter 1923 Semi-Annual (like a yearbook today, but in those days they had winter and summer graduations). The reason it’s there is that about 10 years and two jobs ago I brought it in to show a co-worker, and now it’s just travelled along from job to job with my office possessions.
I also have some pages photocopied from a summer 1898 semi-annual, but I xeroxed that myself so it’s not really old. Why I’m interested in these antiques I have no idea, unless it’s just a general fascination with the old, engendered of having grown up in West L.A. where everything was new.
a chemical warfare protection suit.
A bichon frise named Spunky.
The Cup of Christ
okay i made that one up
A picture of my daughter when she was only a few hours old. At 1# 7oz. she was a wrinkly little thing.
A kazoo.
A die cast 1957 Mercedes-Benz 300 SLR Gullwing coupe.
The cowbell my blue-fronted amazon parrot played with.
Picture of Max, my first kitty.
A slide rule, actually not on the desk, but in the top drawer. I don’t still use it, but I still know how.
A hand written note from John Wooden
In the desk: Nothing of interest. If anyone had asked a few weeks ago, I could have said: Melvin the Mouse. He wasn’t wearing a name tag or anything. He just looked like a Melvin. He got bored and went away after chewing a few things and entertaining me with his tap dancing ability.
On the desk: The skull of some sort of medium-size rodent, perhaps a gopher. I found it in my field one day, cleaned it up really well and now I use it as a paperweight. It’s a little scary. Still has all its teeth.
Taped to the monitor: A b/w picture of the late Queen Mum, with holographic stickers in the shape of stars where her eyes should be.
She watches over me.
A Kegel exerciser.
Jeff Hardy, Rob Van Dam and Silent Bob Action figures.
On my monitor border, a clipping from a magazine saying “I’d Like To Fill Your Mouth With Spiders”. Keeps me smiling while I cover the supervisor line.
In a coffee cup, WCW finger puppets that I glammed up with markers. My friends call them the rasslin drag queens.
A tea ball.
An alligator head courtesy of UncleBill.
Beyond that, it’s a $25 chip from a local casino that I keep as a coin on my desk.
Tripler
Yes, I intend to include it as one of my military coins.