Thursday, December 31, 2009


Maybe even the most disturbing of the decade (though there were plenty of bloody/ pooped-on/ peed-on articles of clothing)

And even more disturbing than these "art" pieces I saw at the community college library last October. This one would look lovely over the couch.

Nancy was never lovelier...

Because, seriously, a box of freaking hands and ears and other body parts? You know, for kids!

Making them "stretchy" doesn't make them any less morbid -- this is like Vietnam War, too-long-in-the-freaking-bush, Apocalypse Now, Charlie Manson crazy shit, if you ask me.

I'd ask New Wave Cool Clinton what he thinks, but he's too busy being cool

Well, this square's gotta ramble. Happy New Decade, Yo.

Thursday, December 24, 2009


Well December's here and almost gone already... Thanks to everyone still sticking with this blog. Hope it's still fun. Here's a few recent thrift store moments to share.

Jesus is the reason for the season...

And I wanna grow up to be this man. Too late!

This photo makes me feel oddly. I like old technology and stuff, but it has that creepy basement vibe, no?

Plot twist from the third season of Mad Men?

Is this reminds me of my ex. Don't ask me why.

Nothing quite sums up two hundred years of America like a dude with a gun and another dude in a space suit.

By the way, had the artist ever seen an astronaut? Looks more like a welder in fishing gaiters that dropped a load in his pants, but that's just me.

Ladies and gentleworms, the world's creepiest painting.

Dead guy in the laps of a bunch of women....

Painted in 1969 by "Hatty Hatch" -- part of the Manson Family, no doubt....

Apt, creepy title too.

What better way to say Happy Holidays than Mr. T reminding us all to be somebody. Fool.

Wednesday, December 02, 2009


So it's been a long time since an update. But I thought Id share some Thanksgiving thrifty moments with the 1.5 people out there who still stop by.

Happy time reading. Ah, the 70s.

Even happier. Ah, the late 70s.

We have a happy winner! Ah, the 1470s.

Holy smokes, look at the size of Dolly Parton's ENORMOUS BULGING pant cuffs. Huge. How was she able to walk right?

Scary faceless doll.

Scary anti-communist Iron Curtain speech liquor decanter. How wonderfully history nerdy, though.

Slight scary/ slightly jaunty drinking glasses.

The most perfect-ess drinking chair I did not buy for $20 ($20 freaking dollars!!!). Even my significant other thinks that was a brain-addled error.

Wish I could have a tiki drink here...

And a burger or better yet a meatloaf here...

Maybe I'll just get blotto at the lamp post...

And then stumble across the street to see... Good LORD, WHAT the HECK is THAT!?!

I'm going to be sick...

This may be the tiki drinks talking, but she's kind of cute, huh?

I wish I lived here so I could go lay down...

Or maybe here, cuz the green is greener. Although the back seat of my car seems bigger...

And just when you thought this post-turkey day thrifting adventure couldn't get any more heaven sent... a magnificent DOUBLE rainbow appears!

How lucky that one end sets at the Salvation Army in the distance, and the other end...

...over Goodwill. Hope your holiday thrifting is just as fortuitous!

Monday, October 26, 2009


I just had to share this awesome Goodwill Halloween poster -- wish I had a real copy to cherish. Here's hoping your thrift scores and Halloween scores are equally creepy.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009


Hey out there. Still on my extended fatigue-fueled break, but I just had to share this in case any of you are still looking for that perfect Halloween costume. There's definitely something existential about this counterfeit school bag.

Why not take a cue from this accidentally profound knock-off. This October 31st, suit up in the cape, strap on the pointy-eared mask, grab your utility belt, and just go as yourself? Now that would be heroic.

Saturday, August 22, 2009


Not hardly dead yet, just a moving a little slower lately. Actually, I'm going through a phase where I'm trying to get real world stuff done...

If my loyal readers can live with less witty commentary and just weirdo pics then maybe I can keep the bloggy woggy on life support until the real world recedes into the background again and I can devote more attention to the thrift store universe...

a place that is just as real but not as brightly lit to steal from an old, bad 80s TV show.

By the way, this was my favorite page of the "Read All About Dead 60s Rock Stars":

Keep on truckin'

Tuesday, August 04, 2009


Ground Control to Major Enik....

Sunday, June 28, 2009


I had time to snap this picture of a picture but not to flip it over and see who she is/was. Who throws out childhood pictures?

Wednesday, June 17, 2009


My father, who was a Cold Warrior, told me never to utter those words out loud in front of fliers on an airbase. Apparently their training impelled them scramble to the bombers whenever they heard these magic words, no matter if it was a nine year-old snot nose puke saying them. Imagine the awesome inner turmoil within me as I struggled to hold my tongue. What nine year-old wouldn't be tempted to send the adult world into an instant tizzy with a few banned words?

So those were the forbidden words that popped into my head when I saw this big beautiful Cold War sentinel rusting in the sun last month. I was on my way to Goodwill, so of course I pulled the car over and had to go check it out.

50 years ago it was the latest in technology, and the last line of Civil Defense in the event of a nuclear showdown...

And now it's little more than a perch for wild birds. Who like the rest of the squares, probably mistake it for an ugly cell phone tower.

My nine year-old self really wanted to scale that pole to see what was in the box -- likely just ancient leaky dry cell batteries, but think like gradeschooler -- it's probably got gold coins, hidden gangster loot, radiation badges, or at least an old air raid helmet inside.

But as I didn't fancy the idea of falling to my death when the rotted wood gave way or being arrested for terrorism/being a 30-something public jackass, I confined my curiosity the control panel on the ground floor.

Amazingly, most of the relays and transistors were left alone. Someone had stolen the cover panel long ago.

I wonder what the "blower" and "rotator" were for? Of course I flicked the toggles but there was no siren -- those Evereadys are long since dead.

Okay, who's the engineering geek out there who can tell me what this schemata means?

So I wonder if when the Berlin Wall came down back in 1989 the CEOs of the "Federal Sign and Signal Corporation" were all, "That's just F-ing wonderful! Now what do we do? What catastrophic and paralyzing fear can we make money off now?"

At some point it got a little hot and I slowly realized that, standing there in my summer shorts and socks full of burrs and barbs, I had wandered into a waist high field of wild grass smack dab in the middle of rattlesnake country.

Yeah, my inner 9 year old is pretty much in charge. I hope my Mom isn't reading.