Personal objects with emotional weight...

My '94 Yamaha Seca II that my dad gave me as a birthday present. I’d like to have an R-6, but I can’t get rid of the Seca II.

A photo of my dad when he was a Lieutenant J.G. in the Navy. People say that’s what I’ll look like when I’m older. Ha! I am older than he was when the pic was taken!

A whole raft of stuff that belonged to dad. It’s amazing how much sentimental value one places on things when the person is no longer here.

The Little Prince by Antoine de St. Exupéry that I bought myself, because I can relate.

“I must leave this planet, if only for an hour.” – Antoine de St. Exupéry

Are you a turtle?

what do I have…

a minature plastic statue of Darth MAul that my Ex gave me after we broke up, (we’re still really good friends)

my Hr. Happy mug (another ex-present…)

My Sacramento Ladies phone number on a post-it note…

and a 22g jar of Nescafe Cap Colombie to relax me before I go home.


well, at least one person wants to meet me…
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Cheers!!

I have pics of her too…and you…and everyone else at the Monterey bash…but it’s all a simple matter of getting some scissors…

Sounds cool ;). Gee i was only over a month old at that time…
Anyway for me it would be:

  • A bible printed in 1849 that we have. Though i’m not very Catholic anymore but I still find it a cool link to my past (we have some of our relatives names written down in the middle section of the book). It’s probably the oldest thing in the house.
  • I really cherish all the little trinkets i have bought on trips to San Francisco, but If I had to chose one it would be a carving of a dragon that I got when I went to San Francisco in High School in 1997 (i saw Phantom up there that day too). It’s memorable because it was the first time I had been up there to actually visit and enjoy the city.
  • My first tattoo (not quite an object but…). It has significance to me because it is my first, and it was at a time when I started to really realize who I am (the kind, caring, charming young man you all know and love (well, some of you)).

I myself am an incorrigible conlang slut. I love oral lex.

A) a video tape of the supposedly fictional up the butt Bob episode

B) An alien warp drive (installed in my '67 Beetle)

  1. A book: Feltching for Dummies.

Seriously though, the three most important physical objects I can reasonable call mine are:

  1. My brother. Not really mine but he’s house trained and he comes when I call him.

B) That’s it. I don’t put a lot of emphasis on anything else that I can think of right now.

  1. I’m just putting something here so the casual observer won’t realize that I don’t own anything.

Voted most likely to ramble on inanely - I hope I’ve not taken someone else’s title ‘cause as far as I know I just made that up and I wouldn’t want to make anyone mad at me or anything like that and all ya’ know.