August 20, 2015: Sparkle-joy!

In case you missed yesterday’s BIG announcement: actor Alex Mallari Jr. – Dark Matter’s FOUR – wants to hear from you!  That’s right!  Got a question for The Raza’s resident swordsman?  Well leave ’em in the comments section of this blog (limit 5 per customer).

Nope, still not word on that second season pick-up.  But that’s fine.  Have set aside the script and story spinning until further notice to focus on some late, late, LATE spring cleaning.  (Almost) everything must go!  Including those boxes that have been sitting in my crawlspace since I first moved into this house back in 2004. What’s the rule of thumb? If you don’t use something in 10+ years, you can safely get rid of it?

I suppose “get rid of” isn’t the right word.  I’ll donate the clothes and books, sell the toys and comics, and junk things like those filing cabinets, old boardgames, and that antiquated cash register.  My friend Tomomi told me about a book – alas, written in Japanese – that pushes the minimalist philosophy.  The author suggests you go through your items and only keep those that elicit what Tomomi roughly translates as “sparkle-joy”.  Everything else must go!

I’d love to find the quickest and easiest way to sell my vast toy and statue collection.  And I do mean vast.  Here’s a pic of roughly one-third of my collection… 

Not to mention all those dvd’s.  Do people still watch dvd’s?  What the hell am I supposed to do with those?

I remember driving by this shop several years ago whose business model basically focused on selling third party items on eBay.  You just drop your stuff off and they did all the work – for a nominal fee.  Sadly, they shut down years ago – which is too bad because I could have made their year!

Had a couple of real estate agents come by the house yesterday to give it a once-over and discuss possible strategy.  The prospect of cashing out and riding into the sunset grows increasingly enticing – if not for everything that needs to get done before that can happen.

Dreamt about my long-time gal, Jelly, last night.  I woke up this morning and, I swear, I could still smell her nacho paws.