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	<title>Comments on: Mysterious Artifacts</title>
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		<title>By: em</title>
		<link>http://bakaitis.com/2009/09/16/mysterious-artifacts/comment-page-1/#comment-37812</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 05:48:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i kind of know what you mean.  while recovering at my mothers, everytime i use her dumb macbook i walk into her office.  right before i sit down i catch a glimpse of her shelves.  she has, by far, the coolest set of bookshelves.  not the shelves themselves, but little things stacked in front of the books and around them.  a little bowl from italy holds loose change she acquired while in thailand and japan.  pictures of my brother and i while we were babies.  seashells from sanibel island she collected herself, and a dried flower from hawaii.  i coulc go on, but you get the idea.  little personal treasures and trophies.  im not looking forward to cleaning out her condo one day, but i have dibs on all that stuff now.  i hope someone says that about me one day.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i kind of know what you mean.  while recovering at my mothers, everytime i use her dumb macbook i walk into her office.  right before i sit down i catch a glimpse of her shelves.  she has, by far, the coolest set of bookshelves.  not the shelves themselves, but little things stacked in front of the books and around them.  a little bowl from italy holds loose change she acquired while in thailand and japan.  pictures of my brother and i while we were babies.  seashells from sanibel island she collected herself, and a dried flower from hawaii.  i coulc go on, but you get the idea.  little personal treasures and trophies.  im not looking forward to cleaning out her condo one day, but i have dibs on all that stuff now.  i hope someone says that about me one day.</p>
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		<title>By: Becky</title>
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		<dc:creator>Becky</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 19:44:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My parents clean out estates sometimes. The surviving relatives hire them to go through the house (as you&#039;re imagining above) since they don&#039;t want to be bothered, and hope that my parents find something valuable, not memorable. I&#039;ve stopped in on quite a few of them to sift through the &quot;trash&quot;, and you do get a really good, although sad, idea of what their hobbies and passions were. I was at an auction once, and there were flats and flats (lots as they&#039;re called) full of every kind of elephant statue you could imagine. That really made me sad, to think that someone had spent their life collecting these little elephants, and they all get separated into junk piles at an auction.

So if you&#039;re lucky enough to know you&#039;ll have a loving relative go through your stuff, make sure you&#039;ve got a porn buddy lined up... Or just make sure you&#039;ve got one anyway, cleaning out estates is no picnic if you&#039;ve gotta clean out the porn drawer!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My parents clean out estates sometimes. The surviving relatives hire them to go through the house (as you&#8217;re imagining above) since they don&#8217;t want to be bothered, and hope that my parents find something valuable, not memorable. I&#8217;ve stopped in on quite a few of them to sift through the &#8220;trash&#8221;, and you do get a really good, although sad, idea of what their hobbies and passions were. I was at an auction once, and there were flats and flats (lots as they&#8217;re called) full of every kind of elephant statue you could imagine. That really made me sad, to think that someone had spent their life collecting these little elephants, and they all get separated into junk piles at an auction.</p>
<p>So if you&#8217;re lucky enough to know you&#8217;ll have a loving relative go through your stuff, make sure you&#8217;ve got a porn buddy lined up&#8230; Or just make sure you&#8217;ve got one anyway, cleaning out estates is no picnic if you&#8217;ve gotta clean out the porn drawer!</p>
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