What A Revoltin' Development

I apologize for the sporatic posts over the last week or two. Things have just been nutty around here with getting my loan approved and getting those pesty debts paid so that my loan can be approved, and then there's the whole 'nuther dilemma of packing. For you see, I own a truly utterly outright ridonkulous amount of CD's, DVD's, LP's, VHS's, books, toys, a freakin' piano, and just not enough boxing and bubble paper to go around. Every time I throw out another trash bag load of crap I no longer need I turn on my heel to find another bigger, crappier bag 'o crap waiting to get lugged away and I don't predict any forseeable end to the whole lot of it. It's dispiriting, to say the least.

And it doesn't help that I keep bringing more crap into the house, like this complete Blackadder series on DVD...
But it was used, and 20% off at that, and I've wanted it for like, ever. And considering that now our store is beginning to enforce its previously slackened rule of not letting employees purchase used items until after two weeks of their arrival I was fortunate enough to convince my benevolent boss-lady by whinging like mewling infant to let me take it home with me the day it was bought back, knowing full well that this wouldn't stick around our store long otherwise.

Cripes, and I still have that second season of SCTV in my stash that I haven't bought yet. Like I can afford another damn DVD right now. Especially since I'd like to pitch about half of what we have already. And Joe wants to ditch a good bit of the LP's. No, not my precious... er, preciouses. {Golem} my pressss-iousssss...{Golem}

Or more like...

{Silence Of The Lambs}

Precious... Prrressss-ioussss... ?

IT PUTS THE LOTION IN THE BASKET!!

{Silence Of The Lambs}