Isn’t it sufficient that racer72 gave the coroner the finger? 
FIGHT THE POWER!
[pendantic] If you are using the term “twit” to convey that you used twitter to communicate with the author then one should know the proper term is “tweet” [/pendantic]
About the only thing of interest I have found are bookmarks. One was a furry monkey and had little arms and legs dangling off of it. I still have it and it’s my favorite bookmark.
I bought a used house. Behind one of the drywall panels in the garage, my electrician found a rusting machete. Yikes!
In books, I have found sales receipts, post-it notes, bookmarks, and popsicle stick. Orange by the look of it.
Soon after I broke my right leg, I bought a very rusty and clapped-out car from a colleague. I needed a car with an automatic transmission. (I drove it using my left leg.)
After my leg healed, I took the car to a wand wash to clean it up before unloading it, and while vacuuming the rear seat found a nearly empty vile of hash oil stuffed between the back of the seat and the seat cushion.
I’ve twice had cars gone over by border agents, once on the U.S. side and once when I returned to Canada.
Though I wouldn’t have driven that piece of junk anywhere outside the city, never mind to the border, I swore I’d do my own inspection the next time I bought a used car.
This thread reminds me of something mom told us kids a few years back: “After I’m gone and you’re cleaning the place out, don’t throw out any books without going through them first.” Apparently she has some cash stashed away in various books. Of course, my sister and her boys have probably gone through them all by now.
The first chapter of Keith Richards’ recent autobiography would seem to suggest that someone out there got a car stuffed full of drugs that they were forced to leave behind. I suppose it happens.
Happens to the OMG THOSE AREN’T MINE! side as often as the JACKPOT! side…
To be pedantic, it’s “pedantic.” And as I don’t have a Twitter account, the word was the archaic “to make gentle fun of” twit, not an eldster misspelling of either the verb “to use Twitter to communicate,” or the equally eldster noun for people who use Twitter.
All of which apparently threw the kidz here for a loop. Sigh.
Mistermage and I went to a garage sale because it had a pinball machine listed. He bought that and I bought a very old pre-pinball machine. I’m not sure just what they call it other than a gambling machine. It has the plunger but no flippers. Sadly most of the “guts” were gone. But the backglass is still quite pretty (horses racing), the board is still pretty nice. Basically you pulled the plunger, the ball would roll around until it fell in any one of several holes or fall down the middle. It ran on a bank of lantern batteries.
Anyway, it is a conversation piece. And one night we were conversating (heh) and I happened to notice a small set of lines on one side of the machine. Upon pushing it it opened up as a cup holder or ashtray does in a car today. It was a shallow bowl that held 8 tokens that say “good for 20 free games”.
One of these days I would like to get the machine restored… it came with 1 Ash tree leg so I would need 3 more made. And though it will never “run” again I would like to at least get the lights up and running. Sunshine Derby would look neat next to Happy Daze and Pat Hand.
Pix:
http://mistymage.com/Family/pinball/pin1.jpg this and the next photo also show the head to the skeeball machine
http://mistymage.com/Family/pinball/pin2.jpg
http://mistymage.com/Family/pinball/pin3.jpg interior shot (red box holds some parts and some of the coins)
http://mistymage.com/Family/pinball/pin5.jpg tokens
My apologies, Good Sir, for not knowing such whimsical words from the 1600s. I shall enhance my vocabulary in hopes of being a great trencherman like thyself.
That’s pretty neat.
“Twit” was in fairly common and rising use before Twitter rather cluelessly displaced the word family. Sorry it never showed up in your Dr. Seuss books.
I like to collect old books from the early 20th century and earlier. The best thing I’ve found is notes written on the endpages indicating that the books were gifts, occasionally with brief notes.
You’ve never heard of “twit.”
Are you upper class?
I bought a zombie novel at Half Price Books, and found Ryan Dancey’s business card inside…
Well now you tell me
To be not-unfair to Theodore Geisel, he never wrought such horror upon not-uninnocent litotes, either. A “not-unfamous volume” dedicated to a “not-unfamous author” in the same sentence is not-unbad writing.
My sister ultimately ended up with it. She said it was nearly impossible to read.
I love the crazy coincidence ones, like Lacunae Matata’s childhood neighbor’s recipe book, and the D&D postcard. I’ve never had someone like that happen to me.
Great stuff, everybody!
The cool thing about is… back in the day “pinball machines” were gambling machines. In shady places one could make money off of them. And the name is from the “pins” that kept the ball from falling right into the hole. A really old SD column: Did they used to make flipperless pinball machines? - The Straight Dope
Many years ago, there was a man who would read a lot of the same library books as me, before me. How did I know this? He would make little pencil notations on just about every.single.page of the book; probably 99% of them were illegible, and on the back page, he would write an essay whose only readable words were “As a gay man…”
IDK if they ever figured out who was doing this.