Toys, Cats, and Stinky Rooms
By NONOBADKITTY! 6:58 pm Sunday January 30th, 2011
How’s that for a title? Hehe. In other words, another rambling post.
Over the last several days I have been cleaning and sorting through my junk, partly because somehow I ended up on some website a couple weeks ago about polymer clay and remembered, “Hey I have some of that somewhere”, and so I started digging through my art boxes and it wasn’t in there so I figured oh noes, it’s probably up there looking up at my over-the-closet-hard-to-get-at boxes of stuff. Ugh. But, once obsessed, I had to have it (and I’m unemployed and broke so I can’t just go out and buy more.) Anyway, after digging through several boxes (and tossing and sorting in the process) I not only managed to find my clay, but I got rid of about 4 boxes of “stuff” I no longer need (like old magazines I’ll never read again, what is up with that? And a whole, yes WHOLE box of non-working mice and other computer junk I’ll never use.) And I slaughted a few entire colonies of dust bunnies. Then, once I’d conquered the top of the closet, I conquered the rest of my room, and figured hey since I’m moving furniture to dust under it, might as well re-arrange it too! So I did, and now I have room for a table I can actually do art at now. Yay! No more excuses!
All this moving stuff around also means my cat can now once again hop up onto my dresser, then up to the bookcase then up to the top of my closet where there are numerous hidey-holes and perch spots, including one by a window she can look out, so my cat is once again happy, not crying and looking at me with disgust like she usually does when I “re-decorate” and ruin all her favorite nappy spots.
Anyway, digging through all that dusty stuff really, REALLY aggravated my breathing problems (allergies and possible asthma) so I asked my mom if she still had that old air purifier she bought back when my dad was bed-ridden a couple years ago and she said yes, so I went and got it and set it up but uhm … it kinda … smelled … like … well, what old people who are bed-ridden smell like if you get my drift. Anyway, I sniffed around and determined that the bulk of the odor seemed to be coming from the “carbon pre-filter’ so I looked up on the interwebs how much refills cost and … they don’t make filters for that model anymore … unless you order from some wackadoo filter joint I never heard of or the original manufacturer, and they charge about $40 for the filter and $20 for the carbon pre-filter and I’m thinkin’ WTF? So, being the resourceful being that I am, I knew “carbon pre-filter” was a pretty generic term and so I toddled over to the local home improvement store where I found a “universal” sheet of carbon pre-filter junk used for air purifiers, and discovered that I could get several “filters” out of one sheet, 6 to be precise … for about $20, tax included. So I bought it, and brought it home and cut it and hurray my room doesn’t smell like a convalescent hospital anymore! And maybe if I run it regularly, I can stop the dust bunnies from taking over again, and maybe my computer will actually stay clean inside (right now the thing has so much dust clogging up both the DVD and CD-R drives that they’re useless, and it’s too much trouble to take everything out of the case to pull it all apart and clean it.) I may have to reign in my love of fresh air though, I like to open a window, even when it’s cold, and I run a fan IN the window sometimes in summer, both habits which suck dusty air into my room.
As for toys, well … sorting through my junk led me to find some of my “collectible” toys (nothing valuable, just junk like old Hello Kitty McDonalds toys and yes, I found my old Pokemon Pikachu 2, to go with the Pokemon Pikachu I’ve been using for awhile as a pedometer.) Anyway, sorting through all that “toy” stuff led to a weird dream last night about my old Bozo the Clown doll that I, according to my mother, LOVED when I was little. I tended more towards animals and other “non-human” type “dolls” when I was little, which is probably why I like animals more than people now.
Anyway, that dream of the scary Bozo doll got me thinkin’ today about all the awesome toys I had as a kid that would be illegal today. Like the Easy Bake Oven you could actually set your room on fire with. Or the Tonka trucks with sharp edges that could amputate your fingers. Or the Creepy Crawler Toymaker thing that heated metal plates up so hot you could get a third degree burn from them. Or those Clackers things that were all the rage in the 1970s that you could actually KILL someone with. Yes! The good old days. Kids today are such weenies, they don’t know what “real” childhood is. So sad, because all those childhood traumas build character, something an awful lot of people don’t seem to have these days.


























