Thursday, November 07, 2013
Yadda!
Yadda, yadda, yadda!
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Wednesday, November 06, 2013
Blah!
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah! Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah! Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah! Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah! Blah,
blah, blah, blah, blah! Blah, blah,
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Tuesday, November 05, 2013
Babble!
Babble, babble, babble.
Babble to myself. Babble, babble,
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Monday, November 04, 2013
And Today I Am 49!
Geez! That's just one shy of (gulp!) 50!!!! It's also 7x7, which is kind of cool. I am an age that has a square root!
Regular Monday Rambles is pre-empted, since it's usually largely about my weekend and I sorta blogged about that while it was happening. The Extravaganza Thrifting Celebration will continue this weekend. I learned from my mother that you need to celebrate your birthday and long and as often as you can.
In fact, she was convinced that Keith either had several birthdays a year or made up several so he could keep celebrating. Whenever his birthday rolled around, she would always insist that we had just had his birthday a couple of months earlier. "How many birthdays does he have?" She would ask that every time.
This brings me to the end of my posting every day blogiversary gig, too. It was fun while it lasted, but I need to go back to my regular several times a week schedule.
Happy Birthday to me! Indeed:
Regular Monday Rambles is pre-empted, since it's usually largely about my weekend and I sorta blogged about that while it was happening. The Extravaganza Thrifting Celebration will continue this weekend. I learned from my mother that you need to celebrate your birthday and long and as often as you can.
In fact, she was convinced that Keith either had several birthdays a year or made up several so he could keep celebrating. Whenever his birthday rolled around, she would always insist that we had just had his birthday a couple of months earlier. "How many birthdays does he have?" She would ask that every time.
This brings me to the end of my posting every day blogiversary gig, too. It was fun while it lasted, but I need to go back to my regular several times a week schedule.
Happy Birthday to me! Indeed:
Sunday, November 03, 2013
It's Off, Baby (sorta...)
I have failed you my grasshoppers! It apprears there will be no live blogging of any of my Birthday Junking Extravaganza Activities. I had not counted on two things:
1. I had not installed a blogging app on my phone to make it easier to do. I was also unaware that I had not done this.
2. Most of the places we went were a bit of a bust, in terms of writing and pics and (most importantly) finds.
I could have easily remedied the first and intended to, but after going to two church sales that were only kind of mediocre, I got really discouraged about it.
Sorry.
I did find a few things here and there and had a ball hanging out with Keith, but nothing was blog-worthy, except for this one place, which was also the kind of place where it was a little too risky to take pictures.
It's the kind of place I refer to as a "Deliverance Yard Sale" after, well, this. You never quite know if you're going to come out of those places in one piece.
The listing was fairly mundane. A used furniture place that I had never heard of was closing and moving out of town, so everything was on sale cheap. We get to the place and it's in one of those industrial/commercial centers. You know, with the nondescript corrugated metal buildings housing all kinds of different businesses?
We park and as soon as we get out of the car, there is this hulking young dude right there kind of loudly, berating us for not parking closer to the door. Keith moves the car to please him and I go on in the place. Hulking Young Dude (HYD) says to me: "You look kind of young, but you have all this white hair. What's up with that?"
Okay....social graces are not high on the list of positives here. Honestly, I'm so flabbergasted by the statement that I really don't know how to respond, so I kind of stammer out that I'm getting ready to turn 49. So as we enter the store, HYD yells out (yes YELLS): "Hey look at this guy. He says he's 49, but he looks so young!" Um...thanks...I think. Which prompts the other equally loud members of his family to all look and start remarking about my ever so youthful appearance to each other. I almost made a remark about this amazing portrait I keep in my attic, but decided against it.
Instead, I go to looking at stuff and realize a couple of things:
1. They may say that they are a used furniture store, but this place is full of all kinds of crap...most of it pretty crappy. Imagine the American Pickers pulling up at one of the Hoarders houses.
2. This may be a commercial complex, but there people are living here. It looks lived in. It smells lived in. One of the residents uses a litter box, which hasn't been scooped in a while. What are supposed to be offices are set up like rooms, with beds and couches that it is pretty obvious people have been sleeping on for a while. And all of this stuff is "for sale." Um, yeah.
In one of the rooms someone has written the following on the wall:
"I live here.
This is my mother.
This is my husband."
There were also phone numbers written there. I was too freaked out to try and snap a pic. Plus, HYD has taken a shine to Keith and is following us from room to room trying to sell us something.
Finally, he says that there is more stuff in the garage, which is next to the offices. I step in there and find a school desk I like, while Keith finds an air mattress. Most stuff is unmarked, but the desk says 10 dollars on it. I decide to barter a bit, plus I need to find out the price for the mattress. Everything else out there is pure crap.
So I go back into the other part and ask who I can ask questions to. HYD has disappeared, but his sister (?) Pierced Lip Girl (PLG) is there, along with "Mama" (who to this point, I have not noticed.) PLG says that she can help me, but first I have to clear up this matter of my age. Really? I assure that I am indeed nearly 49. I also decide that if she asks for ID, then I am out of there!
Fortunately, she doesn't. So I ask about the price of the mattress. She says she has to ask "Mama." Turns out, she'll do this for everything I ask. I thought she said she could answer my questions?
Anyway, "Mama" says that the air mattress is ten. I offer five. She takes it. Then I ask about the desk. Will they take five? "Mama" hems and haws a bit, then says she will. PLG goes to check me out.
At this point, I finally notice "Mama" who is sitting behind the counter surfing the net. She's a very large woman in a top that is, well, slightly smaller than she needs. Certain things are obviously just waiting to break forth and wiggle about freely. While I'm watching she cues up a Joan Jett video, and she and PLG begin to sing along and dance, which they continue to do for the entire time PLG is ringing me up. The dancing doesn't help the too small top keep the too large parts contained very well. There is a serious wardrobe malfunction on the verge of happening!
I grabbed my change. Keith grabbed the stuff. And we got the hell out of there!
And that would certainly be the most memorable part of this weekend's adventures.
1. I had not installed a blogging app on my phone to make it easier to do. I was also unaware that I had not done this.
2. Most of the places we went were a bit of a bust, in terms of writing and pics and (most importantly) finds.
I could have easily remedied the first and intended to, but after going to two church sales that were only kind of mediocre, I got really discouraged about it.
Sorry.
I did find a few things here and there and had a ball hanging out with Keith, but nothing was blog-worthy, except for this one place, which was also the kind of place where it was a little too risky to take pictures.
It's the kind of place I refer to as a "Deliverance Yard Sale" after, well, this. You never quite know if you're going to come out of those places in one piece.
The listing was fairly mundane. A used furniture place that I had never heard of was closing and moving out of town, so everything was on sale cheap. We get to the place and it's in one of those industrial/commercial centers. You know, with the nondescript corrugated metal buildings housing all kinds of different businesses?
We park and as soon as we get out of the car, there is this hulking young dude right there kind of loudly, berating us for not parking closer to the door. Keith moves the car to please him and I go on in the place. Hulking Young Dude (HYD) says to me: "You look kind of young, but you have all this white hair. What's up with that?"
Okay....social graces are not high on the list of positives here. Honestly, I'm so flabbergasted by the statement that I really don't know how to respond, so I kind of stammer out that I'm getting ready to turn 49. So as we enter the store, HYD yells out (yes YELLS): "Hey look at this guy. He says he's 49, but he looks so young!" Um...thanks...I think. Which prompts the other equally loud members of his family to all look and start remarking about my ever so youthful appearance to each other. I almost made a remark about this amazing portrait I keep in my attic, but decided against it.
Instead, I go to looking at stuff and realize a couple of things:
1. They may say that they are a used furniture store, but this place is full of all kinds of crap...most of it pretty crappy. Imagine the American Pickers pulling up at one of the Hoarders houses.
2. This may be a commercial complex, but there people are living here. It looks lived in. It smells lived in. One of the residents uses a litter box, which hasn't been scooped in a while. What are supposed to be offices are set up like rooms, with beds and couches that it is pretty obvious people have been sleeping on for a while. And all of this stuff is "for sale." Um, yeah.
In one of the rooms someone has written the following on the wall:
"I live here.
This is my mother.
This is my husband."
There were also phone numbers written there. I was too freaked out to try and snap a pic. Plus, HYD has taken a shine to Keith and is following us from room to room trying to sell us something.
Finally, he says that there is more stuff in the garage, which is next to the offices. I step in there and find a school desk I like, while Keith finds an air mattress. Most stuff is unmarked, but the desk says 10 dollars on it. I decide to barter a bit, plus I need to find out the price for the mattress. Everything else out there is pure crap.
So I go back into the other part and ask who I can ask questions to. HYD has disappeared, but his sister (?) Pierced Lip Girl (PLG) is there, along with "Mama" (who to this point, I have not noticed.) PLG says that she can help me, but first I have to clear up this matter of my age. Really? I assure that I am indeed nearly 49. I also decide that if she asks for ID, then I am out of there!
Fortunately, she doesn't. So I ask about the price of the mattress. She says she has to ask "Mama." Turns out, she'll do this for everything I ask. I thought she said she could answer my questions?
Anyway, "Mama" says that the air mattress is ten. I offer five. She takes it. Then I ask about the desk. Will they take five? "Mama" hems and haws a bit, then says she will. PLG goes to check me out.
At this point, I finally notice "Mama" who is sitting behind the counter surfing the net. She's a very large woman in a top that is, well, slightly smaller than she needs. Certain things are obviously just waiting to break forth and wiggle about freely. While I'm watching she cues up a Joan Jett video, and she and PLG begin to sing along and dance, which they continue to do for the entire time PLG is ringing me up. The dancing doesn't help the too small top keep the too large parts contained very well. There is a serious wardrobe malfunction on the verge of happening!
I grabbed my change. Keith grabbed the stuff. And we got the hell out of there!
And that would certainly be the most memorable part of this weekend's adventures.
Saturday, November 02, 2013
It's On, Baby!
Today is the official start of the Big Birthday Weekend Junking Extravaganza! Got lots of places to go, including one of my favorite church sales. I'm going to try something different and live blog the day. I'll be updating between stops, so check back often to see what's going on. I'll be adding lots of photos at the end of the day, once I get a chance to edit them. This should be fun!
Friday, November 01, 2013
Coincidence?
How is it that
Dia de los Muertos
Junk set out for my 'hood
AND
the beginnings of the Birthday Extravaganza Thrifting Weekend
have all fallen on the same day this year?
Plus, I gotta work for a couple of hours! (Unusual for a Friday)
I suspect the Illuminati.
Or at least Chiquito!
In honor of the day:
Okay, so it's not "Day of the Undead" but soon I am going to be shambling from junk pile to junk pile in search of treasure. That's kind of like being a zombie.
Sort of.
Dia de los Muertos
Junk set out for my 'hood
AND
the beginnings of the Birthday Extravaganza Thrifting Weekend
have all fallen on the same day this year?
Plus, I gotta work for a couple of hours! (Unusual for a Friday)
I suspect the Illuminati.
Or at least Chiquito!
In honor of the day:
Okay, so it's not "Day of the Undead" but soon I am going to be shambling from junk pile to junk pile in search of treasure. That's kind of like being a zombie.
Sort of.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Happy Halloween!
Enjoy!
I picked this one for today because the song is fun and the video is really cool. I love the homage to the classic Fleischer cartoons. Plus, I'm a Kentuckian, we have a fondness for Stephen Foster. When I was in seminary, I had a friend who was in the production.
If you go out tonight in search of treats, watch out for ghouls and goblins!
I picked this one for today because the song is fun and the video is really cool. I love the homage to the classic Fleischer cartoons. Plus, I'm a Kentuckian, we have a fondness for Stephen Foster. When I was in seminary, I had a friend who was in the production.
If you go out tonight in search of treats, watch out for ghouls and goblins!
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
$2.08
So last Sunday I'm sitting around at about ten til ten, just like I do every night, waiting for my sales email to come in from the Peddlers Mall.
My phone flashes!
It's in!
I punch up the email and, lo and behold, it's a massive, whopping $2.08!
Yes.
$2.08.
Two dollars and eight cents. Two-freaking-dollars and eight-freaking-cents!
So, I wail a bit. And gnash my teeth. And don sack cloth and ashes. And curse the ground I walk on, the air I breathe, the sky above me, all the gods in heaven, and the day I was born. No, scratch that last bit. I rue the day I was born. And I bemoan the cruel fate the will befall every junker several times in their junking life.*
The ebb and flow.
The yin and the yang of reselling. Sometimes you're flush with $100+ days. Sometimes you don't make enough to buy a decent latte.
Customers, they are a capricious and unpredictable lot. Sometimes, they just ain't buying your stuff. And there's nothing you can do about it. For the occasional ebbs, that is.
If you're having a constant, predictable series of non-starters as sales days, then something is wrong. But, if you're getting a couple a month, nestled in amongst other good strong days, then you're probably okay. $2.08 is better that $2.05 or $1.99 or $0.49 or---gulp----nada!
Sometimes a wee dose of perspective helps a lot, huh?
Seriously, I've had waaaaaaaay more than my share of those less than ten dollar days this year, and I fretted them, and--as soon as I could, I did something about them. So far, for October, I've only had two, and they've been balanced out with lots of really good days, large item sales, and lots of activities. I ain't gonna sweat this one.
Except, somewhere deep inside, in that place where I'm down on myself a lot. Where I never quite believe that I know what I'm doing. Where I don't always have the best self image and self confidence.
There, in that place, I'm totally stressed out about this.
But, I'm trying pretty damn hard to ignore that place.
*Hey! I'm a drama queen! We're required to wail, gnash, moan, curse, and rue at least once every six weeks, or we lose our license. I'm in the "once every six days" club. I get an extra star in my crown for that. If I can keep it up for a full year, I get my own drama queen holiday! Let's just say I'm doing pretty well on that one!
My phone flashes!
It's in!
I punch up the email and, lo and behold, it's a massive, whopping $2.08!
Yes.
$2.08.
Two dollars and eight cents. Two-freaking-dollars and eight-freaking-cents!
$2.08!
So, I wail a bit. And gnash my teeth. And don sack cloth and ashes. And curse the ground I walk on, the air I breathe, the sky above me, all the gods in heaven, and the day I was born. No, scratch that last bit. I rue the day I was born. And I bemoan the cruel fate the will befall every junker several times in their junking life.*
The ebb and flow.
The yin and the yang of reselling. Sometimes you're flush with $100+ days. Sometimes you don't make enough to buy a decent latte.
Customers, they are a capricious and unpredictable lot. Sometimes, they just ain't buying your stuff. And there's nothing you can do about it. For the occasional ebbs, that is.
If you're having a constant, predictable series of non-starters as sales days, then something is wrong. But, if you're getting a couple a month, nestled in amongst other good strong days, then you're probably okay. $2.08 is better that $2.05 or $1.99 or $0.49 or---gulp----nada!
Sometimes a wee dose of perspective helps a lot, huh?
Seriously, I've had waaaaaaaay more than my share of those less than ten dollar days this year, and I fretted them, and--as soon as I could, I did something about them. So far, for October, I've only had two, and they've been balanced out with lots of really good days, large item sales, and lots of activities. I ain't gonna sweat this one.
Except, somewhere deep inside, in that place where I'm down on myself a lot. Where I never quite believe that I know what I'm doing. Where I don't always have the best self image and self confidence.
There, in that place, I'm totally stressed out about this.
But, I'm trying pretty damn hard to ignore that place.
*Hey! I'm a drama queen! We're required to wail, gnash, moan, curse, and rue at least once every six weeks, or we lose our license. I'm in the "once every six days" club. I get an extra star in my crown for that. If I can keep it up for a full year, I get my own drama queen holiday! Let's just say I'm doing pretty well on that one!
Monday, October 28, 2013
Monday Rambles
I am in the grips of a junking jones something fierce, folks!
Due to all the sales I was planning on participating in this month, plus one rainy weekend, I had not been to any sales in October. Not one. Now I did mange to get somethings from other sellers at the sales I was in, including a ton of free stuff at the YesterNook sale, and I have also managed a thrifting stop or two, plus a couple of runs through the Peddlers Mall (where I got a cover for my Nook for only ten bucks!), but that's only been enough to take the edge off of the need, not enough to totally sate it.
Thankfully, this coming weekend is the start of the Annual Eddie's Birthday Junking Extravaganza What's So Big It Actually Takes Two Weekends To Fit It All In! I will tame this beast! I swear it!
Insert manly junker roar here!
I did stop in a Goodwill on Saturday and was totally shocked to find it packed with people, until I took a look at what they were buying--mustard yellow pants, anyone?--and realized that everyone was hunting the pieces for Halloween costumes. I over heard a debate about whether a white fuzzy sweater could be spray-painted pink. It was all a bit much.
That's me selling my crap on the sidewalk behind our house. It was cold here Saturday morning. I had to have a heater out there with me to stand it. A couple of folks asked if it was for sale. I told them they could have it for $3,000! Seriously, it was cold and windy and overcast and just gloomy.
I knew the diehards would come out, but the casual shoppers sure didn't. I had an early rush, but the usual mid-morning rush didn't happen. Plus, the cold limited the foot traffic in our normally busy 'hood. I finally threw in the towel at noon, which is way early for me.
Still, I got rid of a lot of stuff and made about a hundred dollars. The bulk of what I was selling was box lot leftovers and stuff that I got for free, so every little sale was worth it. There was only one item I really had any money in, a Willett mirror that I got for two bucks. I bought it to go in YesterNook and have been worried about having to take it to the Peddlers Mall, where it's more likely to get broken. I mentioned it in the CL ad, to hopefully draw some attention to it. One of the first customers bought it for my asking price, so I was pretty pleased. He also bought an encyclopedia rack from me. I had to explain to him what it was, which kind of tickled me, since it was pretty obvious he was a dealer.
The book scanner from the YesterNook sale came by. For some reason, I think he thinks we're friends now, since he bought four books from me. He practically admitted to me that without the scanner he's got no clue what he's doing. It's also pretty obvious from watching him that he's not having any fun doing it.
This cute young couple came by with their puppy, who grabbed a stick from under one of my tables and carried it around with her like she was going to buy it. It was so cute! Another guy saw all the books and told me that his sister had a lot of books too. "She's got the complete Stephen King Library. Collector's Editions!" You meet the most interesting people doing this.
When it was all done, I pulled a couple of boxes of stuff to take to the booth post-holidays and then took four boxes to Goodwill. Space in my shed, plus a little money now, and the promise of more to come. Not bad for a bunch of mostly free stuff. I took a couple of boxes of books to Half-Price Books and then spent what they gave me on some clearanced manga and games for the booth. All in all, it was a pretty good (if cold) day.
Sunday, we got the last of my stuff out of YesterNook. There still isn't anything else in that storage pod, which kind of makes my blood pressure rise. I'm still a little sad to have left, but I also feel really peaceful at my decision to go. Besides the fact that my sales at the Peddlers Mall are up, thanks to the extra attention I can give that booth, I've already sold some of the furniture that came over from the closed booth! I feel like I've recovered a lot of the fun and enjoyment to junking again and lost a lot of things that were stressing me out. Leaving was the right move to make.
Well, I got to start making my list for the weekend, It takes a lot of planning to pull off a successful birthday weekend extravaganza!
Due to all the sales I was planning on participating in this month, plus one rainy weekend, I had not been to any sales in October. Not one. Now I did mange to get somethings from other sellers at the sales I was in, including a ton of free stuff at the YesterNook sale, and I have also managed a thrifting stop or two, plus a couple of runs through the Peddlers Mall (where I got a cover for my Nook for only ten bucks!), but that's only been enough to take the edge off of the need, not enough to totally sate it.
Thankfully, this coming weekend is the start of the Annual Eddie's Birthday Junking Extravaganza What's So Big It Actually Takes Two Weekends To Fit It All In! I will tame this beast! I swear it!
Insert manly junker roar here!
I did stop in a Goodwill on Saturday and was totally shocked to find it packed with people, until I took a look at what they were buying--mustard yellow pants, anyone?--and realized that everyone was hunting the pieces for Halloween costumes. I over heard a debate about whether a white fuzzy sweater could be spray-painted pink. It was all a bit much.
I knew the diehards would come out, but the casual shoppers sure didn't. I had an early rush, but the usual mid-morning rush didn't happen. Plus, the cold limited the foot traffic in our normally busy 'hood. I finally threw in the towel at noon, which is way early for me.
Still, I got rid of a lot of stuff and made about a hundred dollars. The bulk of what I was selling was box lot leftovers and stuff that I got for free, so every little sale was worth it. There was only one item I really had any money in, a Willett mirror that I got for two bucks. I bought it to go in YesterNook and have been worried about having to take it to the Peddlers Mall, where it's more likely to get broken. I mentioned it in the CL ad, to hopefully draw some attention to it. One of the first customers bought it for my asking price, so I was pretty pleased. He also bought an encyclopedia rack from me. I had to explain to him what it was, which kind of tickled me, since it was pretty obvious he was a dealer.
The book scanner from the YesterNook sale came by. For some reason, I think he thinks we're friends now, since he bought four books from me. He practically admitted to me that without the scanner he's got no clue what he's doing. It's also pretty obvious from watching him that he's not having any fun doing it.
This cute young couple came by with their puppy, who grabbed a stick from under one of my tables and carried it around with her like she was going to buy it. It was so cute! Another guy saw all the books and told me that his sister had a lot of books too. "She's got the complete Stephen King Library. Collector's Editions!" You meet the most interesting people doing this.
When it was all done, I pulled a couple of boxes of stuff to take to the booth post-holidays and then took four boxes to Goodwill. Space in my shed, plus a little money now, and the promise of more to come. Not bad for a bunch of mostly free stuff. I took a couple of boxes of books to Half-Price Books and then spent what they gave me on some clearanced manga and games for the booth. All in all, it was a pretty good (if cold) day.
Sunday, we got the last of my stuff out of YesterNook. There still isn't anything else in that storage pod, which kind of makes my blood pressure rise. I'm still a little sad to have left, but I also feel really peaceful at my decision to go. Besides the fact that my sales at the Peddlers Mall are up, thanks to the extra attention I can give that booth, I've already sold some of the furniture that came over from the closed booth! I feel like I've recovered a lot of the fun and enjoyment to junking again and lost a lot of things that were stressing me out. Leaving was the right move to make.
Well, I got to start making my list for the weekend, It takes a lot of planning to pull off a successful birthday weekend extravaganza!
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Once just isn't enough
Do you realize that the Go-Go's video I posted yesterday was the first Go-Go's video I posted in, like, ages and ages and ages?
This will not do.
We are talking about the Go-Go's here. My favorite group of all time. The greatest rock group of all time. The music that is guaranteed to make me feel better no matter what. The music that is perfect for celebrating.
And this year of all years, I have a lot to celebrate.
So let's get on with it!
Do you realize it's been over a decade since their last album? Look up "crying shame" in the dictionary and you'll see that's the definition! How about it, ladies? One more for old time's sake? For your biggest fan? Please?
BONUS:
Seriously? Belinda doing ABBA? Does it get any better than this?
No. No it doesn't.
I want to amend my request above. The Go-Go's need to make an album of ABBA covers. Now.
In an ideal world, not only would that happen, but it would prompt ABBA to reunite and return the favor. Can you imagine their version of "Vacation"?
My brain just exploded.
This will not do.
We are talking about the Go-Go's here. My favorite group of all time. The greatest rock group of all time. The music that is guaranteed to make me feel better no matter what. The music that is perfect for celebrating.
And this year of all years, I have a lot to celebrate.
So let's get on with it!
Do you realize it's been over a decade since their last album? Look up "crying shame" in the dictionary and you'll see that's the definition! How about it, ladies? One more for old time's sake? For your biggest fan? Please?
BONUS:
Seriously? Belinda doing ABBA? Does it get any better than this?
No. No it doesn't.
I want to amend my request above. The Go-Go's need to make an album of ABBA covers. Now.
In an ideal world, not only would that happen, but it would prompt ABBA to reunite and return the favor. Can you imagine their version of "Vacation"?
My brain just exploded.
Saturday, October 26, 2013
So Much To Do!
Ack! No time to blog! Too much to do!
The long delayed yard sale is today!
I've got to:
Get the tables out of the shed
Take them out back
Get the boxes out of the shed
Put the pricing signs on the tables
Unpack the boxes
Make the tables look neat and attractive
Get the bags and paper to wrap stuff
Get ready for the sellers
Sell stuff
Make change
Keep the tables neat
Sell more stuff
And so on and so forth!
That's quite a list!
You know who else has quite a list? These gals:
Or at least the gal they're singing about does.
One of my faves, by the way, as well as one of my nicknames and my mottos.
The long delayed yard sale is today!
I've got to:
Get the tables out of the shed
Take them out back
Get the boxes out of the shed
Put the pricing signs on the tables
Unpack the boxes
Make the tables look neat and attractive
Get the bags and paper to wrap stuff
Get ready for the sellers
Sell stuff
Make change
Keep the tables neat
Sell more stuff
And so on and so forth!
That's quite a list!
You know who else has quite a list? These gals:
Or at least the gal they're singing about does.
One of my faves, by the way, as well as one of my nicknames and my mottos.
Friday, October 25, 2013
Watch Out!
This Halloween, it's not the ghosts, goblins, and witches that are likely to get you. No way. You need to be on the look out for...
Cue ominous organ music here.
He's not creepy because he's scary or anything like that. He's creepy because he looks like he's a creep.
Seriously. Don't go near this dude.
CREEPY
BANANA
DUDE!
DUDE!
Cue ominous organ music here.
He's not creepy because he's scary or anything like that. He's creepy because he looks like he's a creep.
Seriously. Don't go near this dude.
Thursday, October 24, 2013
This is your cute kitty pic of the day
Starring my sweet baby Chiquito!
I'm pretty sure I've used this pic before, but I didn't promise all new content every day, just a post. Work with me. Besides, some bits of cuteness can be seen more than once, I think.
I'm pretty sure I've used this pic before, but I didn't promise all new content every day, just a post. Work with me. Besides, some bits of cuteness can be seen more than once, I think.
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
I Feel Pretty!
Sometimes you get a little carried away when you're going through boxes of stuff getting ready for your yard sale.
I think I'm ready for the Christmas Ball, don't you?
I think I'm ready for the Christmas Ball, don't you?
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Selling Comics
Of course, if you buy them, then you must sell them. If you sell them, then there will be stories to share. Don't worry, these stories are 100% annoying nerd-free! No, the annoying bits come from customers and other vendors this time.
I've had four long boxes of comics sitting around for a bit, waiting for me to do something with them. Letting your merch sit for too long is never a good thing, but sometimes I get a little lax. Stuff in those boxes was mainly runs from different series that I wanted to just bag together and sell in lots. I kind of have to be inspired to do all that prep work, and that hasn't happened lately. In other words, I've been lazy.
Nothing worse than a lazy junker, let me tell you.
Anyway, I decided that if I wasn't going to actually get moving on creating the lots, then I'd take a couple of boxes to the Peddlers Mall outdoor sale and see what happened. At the spring outdoor sale at YesterNook, I had sold quite a few comics, so it seemed like it was worth a shot.
I placed my Craigslist ad for the sale, making prominent mention of the comics to draw the yard saling nerds and set off. Now, the day before the sale, I sold a ton of comics out of the booth (all to one person they told me), so I decided to check through my boxes before the outdoor sale really got started to see if there was anything I might want to use to refill the boxes in my booth.
Talk about your luck of the draw! The box I pulled was half full of Superman and Punisher specials and prestige one shots that I had forgotten were in there. Those boxes were part of a larger buy that included a box that was pretty much all Superman and Punisher. I had put most of them out, but held a batch back because I did not want to flood my comics selection with them, because how many Punisher comics does one really need in one booth?
I was able to make up a nice round of stuff to put in the booth and still leave plenty for the sale. Which, as it turns out, I didn't really need. I'm guessing the yard saling nerds don't come into the southwest part of the county, because none of them showed. In fact, I only made a couple of comic sales at all.
One of those sales, however, made my day. There was a family wandering through--grandparents, mother, and two kids. The girl was maybe eight and the boy was about four. Grandpa saw the comics and pointed them out to the kids. The kids start going through the boxes and go nuts because the rest of what I've brought is mainly Disney stuff from different eras: Gold Key/Whitman, Gladstone, Disney's own publishing attempt from the 90's and titles that were licensed to Marvel in the 90's.
Mom tells me that the kids love Disney comics and read every one that the can get their hands on. She helps them pick out titles. The girl makes sure that they don't get anything they already have. Grandpa fronts twenty bucks to buy them. And I get so wrapped up in the whole thing that I give each of the kids a couple of freebies. I can't resist comic-reading kids. Especially girls. Especially with supportive moms. We need more of all of that these days.
Although I have to admit, unless they've got another source for back issues, I cannot imagine where these kids are finding Disney comics to read these days. I know I'm out of touch with current comics, but I didn't think there were any being published right now. Of course, Disney does own Marvel, so what do I know? I can't imagine a couple of cute kids like that going into a comics shop, though. There's only one in town that I would describe as "kid friendly."
My other recent comics selling experiences are not quite so charming. At the same outdoor sale, a couple of loudmouths declared that the only thing worth buying was super-heroes, not because they liked them, but because "super-heroes are the only comics worth any money." Thank you blowhards who don't know what you're talking about.
About twenty minutes later, one of them came back over to my set up and made an embarrassingly ridiculous low ball offer for all of the comics. I totally blew him off without a second thought. Like I didn't know he'd had just enough time to look up some of what I was selling on eBay? I'll make four times what he was offering through booth sales. Go away, dude.
The same kind of thing happened at the YesterNook outdoor sale the next week, where I sold exactly four comics to a couple who obviously knew nothing about them, but managed to tie up my whole table looking everything up on their smart phone. This wasn't a case of someone confirming a hunch on an issue. This was a case of people who didn't know how to find exact titles, didn't know how to pronounce titles and didn't know how to distinguish between various series with the same titles. In other words, they knew jack shit about comics and were counting on their phone to tell them.
I should have tossed them out of the booth, but it was slow, I was bored, and they were amusing me. It never occurred to them that I might actually know something about the comics they were looking at.
I did actually kind of toss a book scanner out of my booth at about the same time. I hate book scanners. Another vendor had already embarrassed the poor guy by shouting "Hey! Can this guy scan your books to see which ones his phone thinks are worth buying?" to the seller beside me. When he popped up in my booth, I told him that most of my titles were vintage, meaning that they didn't have bar codes or ISBN's for him to scan.
He declares that "old books are worth money!" Then, grabs a book out of a box, flips it over to the back where the bar code should be, lifts up his phone, looks at the book, then at the scanner, then at the book, then at the scanner, and slowly realizes that he doesn't know what to do if he can't scan the book! So, he puts the book back in the box and slinks out of my area.
Seriously, don't come to a sale put on by a bunch of resellers who work at this week in and week out and make an ass out of yourself. I'm all about the technology and its uses and benefits, but if it's your only tool, if you have no experience or knowledge base of your own to draw on, if you aren't learning things as you go along, then you're doing it all wrong. I have a smart phone and a barcode scanner. I use them to confirm my hunches, not make all my decisions for me.
And this has been your ponitfication moment of the post. Personally, I'd prefer to talk about cute kids reading comics and the mothers who help them. Hopefully, I didn't meet the only ones in town the other day.
I've had four long boxes of comics sitting around for a bit, waiting for me to do something with them. Letting your merch sit for too long is never a good thing, but sometimes I get a little lax. Stuff in those boxes was mainly runs from different series that I wanted to just bag together and sell in lots. I kind of have to be inspired to do all that prep work, and that hasn't happened lately. In other words, I've been lazy.
Nothing worse than a lazy junker, let me tell you.
Anyway, I decided that if I wasn't going to actually get moving on creating the lots, then I'd take a couple of boxes to the Peddlers Mall outdoor sale and see what happened. At the spring outdoor sale at YesterNook, I had sold quite a few comics, so it seemed like it was worth a shot.
I placed my Craigslist ad for the sale, making prominent mention of the comics to draw the yard saling nerds and set off. Now, the day before the sale, I sold a ton of comics out of the booth (all to one person they told me), so I decided to check through my boxes before the outdoor sale really got started to see if there was anything I might want to use to refill the boxes in my booth.
Talk about your luck of the draw! The box I pulled was half full of Superman and Punisher specials and prestige one shots that I had forgotten were in there. Those boxes were part of a larger buy that included a box that was pretty much all Superman and Punisher. I had put most of them out, but held a batch back because I did not want to flood my comics selection with them, because how many Punisher comics does one really need in one booth?
I was able to make up a nice round of stuff to put in the booth and still leave plenty for the sale. Which, as it turns out, I didn't really need. I'm guessing the yard saling nerds don't come into the southwest part of the county, because none of them showed. In fact, I only made a couple of comic sales at all.
One of those sales, however, made my day. There was a family wandering through--grandparents, mother, and two kids. The girl was maybe eight and the boy was about four. Grandpa saw the comics and pointed them out to the kids. The kids start going through the boxes and go nuts because the rest of what I've brought is mainly Disney stuff from different eras: Gold Key/Whitman, Gladstone, Disney's own publishing attempt from the 90's and titles that were licensed to Marvel in the 90's.
Mom tells me that the kids love Disney comics and read every one that the can get their hands on. She helps them pick out titles. The girl makes sure that they don't get anything they already have. Grandpa fronts twenty bucks to buy them. And I get so wrapped up in the whole thing that I give each of the kids a couple of freebies. I can't resist comic-reading kids. Especially girls. Especially with supportive moms. We need more of all of that these days.
Although I have to admit, unless they've got another source for back issues, I cannot imagine where these kids are finding Disney comics to read these days. I know I'm out of touch with current comics, but I didn't think there were any being published right now. Of course, Disney does own Marvel, so what do I know? I can't imagine a couple of cute kids like that going into a comics shop, though. There's only one in town that I would describe as "kid friendly."
My other recent comics selling experiences are not quite so charming. At the same outdoor sale, a couple of loudmouths declared that the only thing worth buying was super-heroes, not because they liked them, but because "super-heroes are the only comics worth any money." Thank you blowhards who don't know what you're talking about.
About twenty minutes later, one of them came back over to my set up and made an embarrassingly ridiculous low ball offer for all of the comics. I totally blew him off without a second thought. Like I didn't know he'd had just enough time to look up some of what I was selling on eBay? I'll make four times what he was offering through booth sales. Go away, dude.
The same kind of thing happened at the YesterNook outdoor sale the next week, where I sold exactly four comics to a couple who obviously knew nothing about them, but managed to tie up my whole table looking everything up on their smart phone. This wasn't a case of someone confirming a hunch on an issue. This was a case of people who didn't know how to find exact titles, didn't know how to pronounce titles and didn't know how to distinguish between various series with the same titles. In other words, they knew jack shit about comics and were counting on their phone to tell them.
I should have tossed them out of the booth, but it was slow, I was bored, and they were amusing me. It never occurred to them that I might actually know something about the comics they were looking at.
I did actually kind of toss a book scanner out of my booth at about the same time. I hate book scanners. Another vendor had already embarrassed the poor guy by shouting "Hey! Can this guy scan your books to see which ones his phone thinks are worth buying?" to the seller beside me. When he popped up in my booth, I told him that most of my titles were vintage, meaning that they didn't have bar codes or ISBN's for him to scan.
He declares that "old books are worth money!" Then, grabs a book out of a box, flips it over to the back where the bar code should be, lifts up his phone, looks at the book, then at the scanner, then at the book, then at the scanner, and slowly realizes that he doesn't know what to do if he can't scan the book! So, he puts the book back in the box and slinks out of my area.
Seriously, don't come to a sale put on by a bunch of resellers who work at this week in and week out and make an ass out of yourself. I'm all about the technology and its uses and benefits, but if it's your only tool, if you have no experience or knowledge base of your own to draw on, if you aren't learning things as you go along, then you're doing it all wrong. I have a smart phone and a barcode scanner. I use them to confirm my hunches, not make all my decisions for me.
And this has been your ponitfication moment of the post. Personally, I'd prefer to talk about cute kids reading comics and the mothers who help them. Hopefully, I didn't meet the only ones in town the other day.
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