I’m a notorious packrat. For most of my life I have stored away most every piece of paper that comes my way. When we decided to relaunch the House, it was at least partly to have a fun little nook to post weird in-jokes and memories from our past. I had originally planned to crack open this Pandora’s box and flood the other participants (and some of our friends reading this) with nostalgic ephemera. Since we started this blog, all I’ve posted are the odd memory such as the postcard, the poster, the afro, etc. Until now, I haven’t fully waded into the big purple plastic tub that holds all these strange artifacts.
I just went through it all, tonight, for the first time in a decade. My head is spinning. Contained within is practically every drawing and piece of writing I have ever created or received, including dozens, maybe hundreds of pictures of Clayton, the guy with the extra arm. I just thank God I never attempted to write poetry. There are scripts for Spirit and The Screaming Tunnel, farewell notes with swastikas drawn on them, teeth, an autographed trading card from Spider-Man, doctored photos of me with Ernest Hemingway, session notes for Stickman basement recordings, an unopened copy of Dr. Secret #1, letters from people I haven’t heard from or seen in years, and stuff which has lost its significance over time and has become a mystery to me.
I’ve picked out some of the best of the bunch. Prepare for the Flood.
Wintle you are a historian of the highest order.
When we open the HOI museum you will be curator.
Somewhere, in a room, in a corner, in a box, are memories like these. I have countless roleplaying character sheets. From the Boysterous Blogo of the Flea People so unplayed Rifts, Marvel and Earthdawn characters. Today I need to clean, and I need to post.