SELL OUT

Yeah man, I'm sellin' out. Getting ready. Just ready. For another sellout item check out "Sew What" posted sometime last year.

In order of appearance U.S. Navy illuminated compass made by the Lionel Corp. in 1943 with the original manila tracking card. It does not have the ships name on it, but some computer geek like Veggie Jim could probably take the serial # and find out what it sailed on.

Next is the world that the compass helped conquer. Not sure what year it is from, but there is no Israel, and Africa is a third French West Afr. Its in rough shape, but compared to the real blue ball, just fine, and without any plastic surgery.

Ah yes, the desk that the globe and my lap top rest on. "Get sick, get well, hang around a ink well, ring bell, hard to tell if anything is gonna sell" For the love of Sandy! How could I part with this?!

Last, the camera these photos were taken with. An awesome, needless to say, German camera. A Voigtlander, film not included. Although when I bought it there was a roll of film in it. I had it developed only to get pics of Ava and Adolph trying to consummate their own final solution.

As for the infamous trunk...I don't think I have any shots of it on this thing . Not sure if I would sell it. It's actually utilitarian. You know...body parts.

Oh yeah, of course I have some old Nike's and clothes from the 40's, 50's, and possibly even 60's.

Here is the real kicker. I'll be listing some of my CHEESE books on ebay soon.

Sellin' out man. Goin' '09 yuppie. Or maybe just goin'. Speaking of which...

Sympathy for the Devil - Remix Karen Klatt Karen Klatt you devil

For those of you who ever owned a copy of the Stones Get Yer YaYa's Out, you will recognize the following line. The first time I heard it I ran yelling to Molly Pootsie, "Karen , come hear this. It sounds like Jodie (our neighbor) calling your name. "
"Paint it black, Paint it black, Paint it black you devils!

Last year at about this time, tax time, I wrote a post titled Sympathy for the Devil. It was about brightening the day of some poor CPA working for the IRS here in the USA. Earlier this week I was going to mail in my return, but I got to the bottom and couldn't recall what I was going to put as my occupation. I was pretty sure it was court jester, but just wasn't certain. I got to work with my forms, stapled them all together and got ready to mail them. Later that day I realized that I was not a court jester, but in fact am a professional masochist. I must be! Yes I get paid, but it is the ecstasy of the abuse that brings me back to work each day.

To make a long story short, the remix/new spin on the sympathy I would like to have go in my favor. You see, I don't believe I signed, dated, and "occupated" my return. I can only hope that the same IRS CPA gets my 1040A that has seen it for the last four or five years and says "Hey Chuck, isn't this the serf, slave, indentured servant, court jester, song and dance man from AZ, and ID?" and signs it for me.

If not I believe I will enjoy the pain and penalties of being a tax paying, law abiding CITIZEN.