Well, I was going to write something not witty and potentially obnoxious about the latest Vogue Knitting, which I got last night. However, my email provided me something much more obnoxious to write about instead. VK can just wait until tomorrow after all.
Garbage Pail Kids in Politics?
I remember Garbage Pail Kids fondly growing up. They were sick little creations, and it was fun to see what I got in my latest pack. Later this expanded to collecting other cards. Nothing as worthwhile as baseball cards, but at one point (and I still might) I had a complete set of Sailor Moon cards. Card collecting is not something I really do anymore, though I still have a lot of Magic: the Gathering, INWO, Mythos and other collectible card games. They tend to be a little difficult to get rid of, and they are full of a strange bit of nostalgia. Evenings playing cards, not bridge or pinochle, pretending to be crack investigators looking for the strange and tentacly throughout Arkham.
Garbage Pail Kids were similar, though I didn't play games with them. My brother and I would spread them out on the floor like a carpet. I'm sure we were putting them in order (probably alphabetical, but it could have been anything), placing our treasures in rows upon rows. Now, of course, I'd probably be mostly disgusted or amused at my younger self. Maybe not. I'd have to open a pack of them to find out.
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