No April Fools but I could see how you might think so.

I cleaned out- no cleaned out isn't strong enough a phrase. I began the excevation of my old car yesterday. I managed to get the trunk done, and most of the back seat before sucumbing to the combination of mold and pollen. I meant to catalog the findings. There were quite a few things that I figured I'd never see again- or hadn't even realized I had lost.

A few examples-
The Smoking Jacket oddly preserved save for the wrinkles and a tear that was there before hand.
My copy of the More than Complete Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
A broken pick axe (I have no idea)
A vice
A brand new never been worn still in the bag from Target pair of pants.
A Pyrex Casserole dish
A sword (no surprise there)
Borrowed Rennie Boots, a Baldric, and kilt belt all in need of reconditioning.

By my figuring I've had that car since Dragon*con of 2003, roughly 4 years. It has seen me through 6 domiciles, 4 girlfriends, 9 jobs including the utterly futile courier job, the survey gig, and the commute from Hell. Maybe I'm being overly sentimental, but part of me feels like I'm losing a friend, a drug addled co-dependant friend who keeps borrrowing money and scaring away your girlfriend, but a friend nonetheless.

My new car has a CD player and didn't over heat the first time I drove it. Fuck sentimentality. I have air conditioning.