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I don't consider myself a collector, but I do have quite a few fountain pens (on the fountainpennetwork.com, someone's always starting a thread about whether one is a collector or a user, then a bunch of others will concede being an accumulator). Here are some of mine: http://www.flickr.com/photos/ethernautrix/sets/72157603865660402/

"Rage. Rage and guest linens." -- jacksonlalonde

That's beautiful! Hm... good idea, too.

My widescreen laptop is my TV. I hide it by shutting the lid. Hee.

@sleggo - Here's a trick. You'll never several large plastic garbage bags and rubberbands.

Cut a small hole in the middle of the bottom of the garbage bag.

Grab a dozen or so hangers with clothes hanging from them and wrap a rubberband around the bottom of the hooks to bind them.

Push the hooks through the small hole and shimmy the garbage bags down over the clothes.

Maybe it isn't the best solution, but it's quick, easy, and cheap. It's worked for me for several moves, one cross-country.

On the other hand, the designers and workers got paid. They were probably happy for the work.

I'm a bad American consumer. I don't buy into mindless or "obligatory" consumerism. Pun intended.

I've moved A LOT, and most of the moves I've done myself (my so-called style, therefore, is "default minimalism") with maybe a quick assist from a friend. When I eventually move from this apartment, I'll hire a mover. Probably Delancey Street, since a lot of readers here have had good experiences with them.

I ALWAYS offer to help friends and co-workers move. I like the activity of it, the work-out of it. I like loading the vehicle and then carrying the boxes to the new place. I like that I didn't have to pack and don't have to unpack. I know I'm weird. I know that. I like the controlled upheaval of change.

You know... Chelsea Handler is right. I wasn't able to afford movers (previously), and my problems WERE much bigger than relocating. Ha ha ha! Thank god for friends. But also thank god, I mean me, I can move myself.

But yeah... movers next time.

My mother took care of puppies with rickets when she grew up in an orphanage during the DEPRESSION, and she said, "NEVER GIVE UP HOPE."

(I get my sense of humor from my dad. Sorry.)

"Everything changes," my mother said. "Be flexible."

Oh well. It's kindv cute, the whole "look at the view!" But the view does not make the apartment cool or creatively pimped out or whatever. As I did the scroll down and saw the second photo, I had such high hopes for the third photo. This entry is disappointing. Sigh.

I didn't vote "not my thang," but I almost didn't vote at all.