I have decided my life is not worth living without a full-sized replica of the Maltese Falcon.
It may be the only thing you cannot buy on e-bay. How shall I go about getting one?
I have decided my life is not worth living without a full-sized replica of the Maltese Falcon.
It may be the only thing you cannot buy on e-bay. How shall I go about getting one?
unique = one of a kind.
“most unique” = ???
(Bolding mine) Ooooooooohhh… I must have one. I googled and found Acme Klein Bottle. I think I’ll order a “Question Mark Klein Bottle” and a “Klein Stein” as soon as I get back to the States. The Mobius scarves mentioned on the site sound tempting too…
Is it an Acme Klein Bottle? Cause I’ve got one of those, too.
I also have a genuine Soviet-made Krasnogorsk 16mm black and white movie camera. That thing is built like a tank.
From Merriam-Webster Online:
An autographed baseball.
Not odd in and of itself, but it’s autographed by George “The Animal” Steele, The Iron Shiek, Hawk & Animal, and a few other old-school pro wrestlers.
This company has a pretty good one. And they do have an eBay store, so you can buy it there if you wish.
a dead bat preserved in Formaldehyde
a glass eye mounted as a belt buckle
Kali Finger Puppet
A Northstar dumb terminal
a 1990’s tablet pc
A Virtual Boy
It would be easier just to take a bunch of photographs of my place and let people decide what the weirdest thing I own is. I am sure there’s enough weirdness in my apartment to place somewhere in the top 5.
My uncle Max’s dentures
A set of trampoline shoes
A felt Cthulhu helmet
A plush lobster with a baby’s face
A three foot tall Chuckie Doll
A wooden puzzle box autographed by Clive Barker
A brass vessel for offering milk to the Godhead
A set of technoknight armor
I have a chunk of fossilized dino bone. Hubby has a 7’ tall, inflatable Corona bottle. We have a fire hydrant in the back yard. I have a cane/sword that belonged to my son. I found, what I’ve been told is a bear claw, but I’m not sure.
I used to have a 35mm spy camera that took pictures around corners with a periscope thingy.
Hubby has a “fire bomb” no, not the kind that starts fires, but one that puts them out. It’s a thin hand blown glass “bubble” with some sort of gas inside. Unfortunately, the gas is deadly, so, while it will supress a fairly large area of burn, it isn’t so safe for the user.
fossilized shark teeth
6 foot inflatable Frankenstein
Piece of the Berlin wall
The key to diner style napkin dispensers
a soroban
various slide rules
3 lifesize jointed mannequins- home made
a battleth
a waffle dog maker
numerous Commodore 64/128 and a plus 4
an IBM 8086 AT
4 styles of Green Lantern ring
a crab made of spun glass
A moist towlet which purports to wash away sin
A box of Hebrew Gum (that’s the brand name. It’s decorated with smiling Jewish men and Jewish Jokes)
A bottle of Messiah Stout from HeBrew
A GoBots cereal bowl
Flashpowder (creates a lot of smoke)
Flashpaper (creates a bright, smokeless flash)
Suckerman
A turtle statuette that is also an occarina
A Heathkit avionics calculator
A Chairy puppet
A “Tapper” arcade game from the 1980’s.
It was my favorite when I was a kid, and it has a unique controller - a beer tap. I’m actually looking to sell it because it no longer goes with my decor…
I have a Patagonian conure and a goat head. (No Gray for me, they creep me out.)
An autographed picture from Minnie Minoso Nice guy to spend a few hours with.
A life size Alien facehugger - plush, for when I need a hug
What about them creeps you out? This seems so strange to me, because they have such great personalities!
I’ve got the official Alien boardgame.
A crystal skull. Got it because I spent sooooo many hours playing Zork and its successors. The Ringworld paper and pencil roleplaying game. The Dune board game. A huge National Geographic map of the world that my grandpa got in the 40s or 50s. My walking stick, which was intended to be a flagpole, but I’ve added leather thongs (braided), a leather pouch, and some beads to it. Everywhere I go, people come up to me and tell me how much they love it. Little kids can’t keep their eyes or hands off of it.
The autographed typescript of a poem Ray Bradbury wrote for me.
An oosik (the penis bone from a walrus).
I have a lot of strange stuff, but here’s the oddest:
A really ugly handpainted tie, maroon with kinda mustard colored Tropicallissmo flowers, circa 1940, given to my grandfather (a musician playing in the Road To movies) by Dorothy Lamour.