"I blame Grandpa's Magical Toys " my mother said, "That's why you're a hoarder." My mother is referring to a video I loved when I was a kid. It was one of those movies for kids that went directly to video and looked like it was shot on some Canadian soundstage for about eight dollars. I loved it. In the movie, every time someone leaves Grandpa's Magical Toy Shop, the toys come alive and interact with each other. (That's right Toy Story , I'm well aware you plagiarized a bad 80's kid's video.) My mom recently decided that there was a connection between "Grandpa's Magical Toys" and the fact that I have trouble throwing out anything that ever meant anything to me. The term hoarder is a little strong, since my refrigerator doesn't have an ecosystem inside of it and there aren't any raccoons living in my garage, but I do develop the occasional unreasonable attachment to something. For example, when I dro...
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