Nm, I have a set-prop from Battlestar Galactica (a toaster..as in an actual sandwich toaster) and a USB lightsaber. Not really weird but not quite retail stuff either.
Strange/Weird Things You Own
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It may not be overall as cool-looking as a Fairchild Channel F, but I always thought the controllers on the ColecoVision looked cool; something about using coiled phone-cords for controllers just seems so quaint, especially now in the age of Bluetooth.Suiseiseki IRL said:
I have an old soviet greatcoat with matching commie helmet and rifle. Sometimes I pretend I?m Stalin on weekends.
I have a stick with a japanese flag (rising sun) that has burn marks for every major station on the way to the top of mt. fuji.
Also, Thai and australian money (aussies use so many goddamned coins!).
Last, a russian police officers hat. Don't ask how i got it, i just hope the next time i'm in vladviostok, they don't recognize me.
Also, Thai and australian money (aussies use so many goddamned coins!).
Last, a russian police officers hat. Don't ask how i got it, i just hope the next time i'm in vladviostok, they don't recognize me.
Ahhh... Well lessee. Legos... Lots and lots of legos put together, everywhere. Book shelves, the head of my bed, anywhere there was room.
A bayonet sits under my bed. (Just in case.)
Four Magic the Gathering decks and one stack of spare cards ordered by color.
A deck of playing cards at the head of my bed which have a notch through each card on one side. No one knows where the notches came from.
An eagle feather resting slightly behind a key rack.
A salt and a pepper shaker, both with salt and pepper in them.
A four foot by five foot felt painting of wolves in a snow covered forest.
A dream catcher next to the head of my bed.
A wizard statue with a crystal ball. Two eggs that have dragons hatching from them.
Another statue this of a wolf standing on some drift wood howling at the sky.
A rottweiler plushie that my teachers gave me after I went to school after my dad's death.
And one wooden walking stick carved from the branch of a tree.
A bayonet sits under my bed. (Just in case.)
Four Magic the Gathering decks and one stack of spare cards ordered by color.
A deck of playing cards at the head of my bed which have a notch through each card on one side. No one knows where the notches came from.
An eagle feather resting slightly behind a key rack.
A salt and a pepper shaker, both with salt and pepper in them.
A four foot by five foot felt painting of wolves in a snow covered forest.
A dream catcher next to the head of my bed.
A wizard statue with a crystal ball. Two eggs that have dragons hatching from them.
Another statue this of a wolf standing on some drift wood howling at the sky.
A rottweiler plushie that my teachers gave me after I went to school after my dad's death.
And one wooden walking stick carved from the branch of a tree.
I've had a rock collection since I was 3, I also have a drawer full of glass coke bottles.
I also own a few wind up tin toys (I find them quite fascinating)
A microscope
A framed silver dollar which a most marvellous man named Lance Burton made magically come into existence in my pocket, and was nice enough to let me keep.
And also an old pencil holder which looks like a spring, from a flight company that went out of business called Compass, my father gave it me.
He also gave me one of those wierd strength gripper things
That isn't all that wierd, but he told me that he got it from this guy he worked with who got fired, due to watching porn at work (And no, the grip does not smell like lube and penis).
And this next one is one of my most treasured possessions, it's a gilded silver pocket watch, engraved with a picture of Prague, and saying it in three different languages, such as Praha.
That's about all I can think of.
EDIT: Oh wait wait wait! I also own a little Gundam figurine which I picked up in Japan, I've never seen the show I just went there with the mindset that I was gonna leave with something very Japanesey and science fictioney. The whole box and instructions are in Japanese.
I also own a few wind up tin toys (I find them quite fascinating)
A microscope
A framed silver dollar which a most marvellous man named Lance Burton made magically come into existence in my pocket, and was nice enough to let me keep.
And also an old pencil holder which looks like a spring, from a flight company that went out of business called Compass, my father gave it me.
He also gave me one of those wierd strength gripper things
That isn't all that wierd, but he told me that he got it from this guy he worked with who got fired, due to watching porn at work (And no, the grip does not smell like lube and penis).
And this next one is one of my most treasured possessions, it's a gilded silver pocket watch, engraved with a picture of Prague, and saying it in three different languages, such as Praha.
That's about all I can think of.
EDIT: Oh wait wait wait! I also own a little Gundam figurine which I picked up in Japan, I've never seen the show I just went there with the mindset that I was gonna leave with something very Japanesey and science fictioney. The whole box and instructions are in Japanese.
I found a fossil in the bottom of my school bag. Dunno how old it is or even where I got it but it is pretty cool.
As in Rick Doms? As in "IT'S A GUNDAM!"? Mobile Suits?IdealistCommi said:
Oh, and while I have a number of some of the things in this list, my contribution will be the diggery-doo with its own case.
Just looking around my room I spot...
Various swords (only one of which I would dare to use in a real fight)
Aviator goggles
Various nerf boxes that I was trying to make into a giant revolver replica over the summer
A hobo-looking trench coat that I got from the thrift store as part of a holloween costume I never wore.
EDIT: also a wood carved turtle with a rhino painted on its back that my uncle got from Africa.
Various swords (only one of which I would dare to use in a real fight)
Aviator goggles
Various nerf boxes that I was trying to make into a giant revolver replica over the summer
A hobo-looking trench coat that I got from the thrift store as part of a holloween costume I never wore.
EDIT: also a wood carved turtle with a rhino painted on its back that my uncle got from Africa.
Authentic hazard signs for poison gas and corrosives and real police tape.
The object originate from family members in the police, who work with pesticides, and who work with silicon etching equipment.
I also have a copy of Lolita and a copy of The Communist Manifesto.
A ink painting/digitalprint of Jarlaxle. In fact, its this image (http://www.elfwood.com/art/t/i/timberwolf/jarlaxle.jpg) only not a computer scan, so its framed and much larger.
An empty bottle of Monty Pythons Holy Ale (a type of beer)
A spent .50 bullet
A small unset cut emerald with a tiny crack running through it
A book thats a 100 years old.
A knife with a nazi swasticha on the handle.
FLCL DvDs....what? Its weird.
The object originate from family members in the police, who work with pesticides, and who work with silicon etching equipment.
I also have a copy of Lolita and a copy of The Communist Manifesto.
A ink painting/digitalprint of Jarlaxle. In fact, its this image (http://www.elfwood.com/art/t/i/timberwolf/jarlaxle.jpg) only not a computer scan, so its framed and much larger.
An empty bottle of Monty Pythons Holy Ale (a type of beer)
A spent .50 bullet
A small unset cut emerald with a tiny crack running through it
A book thats a 100 years old.
A knife with a nazi swasticha on the handle.
FLCL DvDs....what? Its weird.
My apartment is a treasure trove of this shit.
In our living room alone, we have an electric organ (which none of us know how to play), and sitting on top of it is a naked mannequin ass (stops at at the sternum and just below dong height), which sits next to photographs of the Queen and Prince Charles. There used to be a wooden dildo painted to look like Darth Vader there, which one of my roommates used for the how-to-put-on-a-condom demonstration when he used to teach sex ed classes.
On an opposite shelf, we keep our DVDs, books, and video games (including the Wing Commander movie and a copy of "Star Fighters," which we got from a hippie free store, which was clearly made to capitalize on the Star Wars phenomenon judging from the cover and its publishing date, which is in 1979). The shelf is also home to a few trophies from the newspaper we all work at, as well as one of my roommate's framed and autographed photos of Boba Fett.
In one corner, hanging from the ceiling, is Ruddiger, our fourth roommate; he is a big green inflatable alien, about four feet tall, who we have dressed up using such diverse accessories as a red shirt, a Burger King crown, a former roommate's Petcetera nametag, a badge saying "I participated... technically," a bandana, a digital watch, a pair of wooly socks, and a bitchin' stick-on moustache.
Our wall decorations include a portrait of Jean Chretien, a campaign poster from the most recent university student society election (every one of us really dislikes the guy depicted), a painted portrait of the three of us with Ruddiger, a painting of one of my roommates wearing a t-shirt that says "TUBS LOVES CHUBZ," and the Wheel of Accents (spin it to reveal which accent you will be speaking in for the next ten minutes).
In our living room alone, we have an electric organ (which none of us know how to play), and sitting on top of it is a naked mannequin ass (stops at at the sternum and just below dong height), which sits next to photographs of the Queen and Prince Charles. There used to be a wooden dildo painted to look like Darth Vader there, which one of my roommates used for the how-to-put-on-a-condom demonstration when he used to teach sex ed classes.
On an opposite shelf, we keep our DVDs, books, and video games (including the Wing Commander movie and a copy of "Star Fighters," which we got from a hippie free store, which was clearly made to capitalize on the Star Wars phenomenon judging from the cover and its publishing date, which is in 1979). The shelf is also home to a few trophies from the newspaper we all work at, as well as one of my roommate's framed and autographed photos of Boba Fett.
In one corner, hanging from the ceiling, is Ruddiger, our fourth roommate; he is a big green inflatable alien, about four feet tall, who we have dressed up using such diverse accessories as a red shirt, a Burger King crown, a former roommate's Petcetera nametag, a badge saying "I participated... technically," a bandana, a digital watch, a pair of wooly socks, and a bitchin' stick-on moustache.
Our wall decorations include a portrait of Jean Chretien, a campaign poster from the most recent university student society election (every one of us really dislikes the guy depicted), a painted portrait of the three of us with Ruddiger, a painting of one of my roommates wearing a t-shirt that says "TUBS LOVES CHUBZ," and the Wheel of Accents (spin it to reveal which accent you will be speaking in for the next ten minutes).