On January 11th, 2011, I began to undertake a most unusual task. Not unusual on a base level, mind, because it was a premise as simple as clearing out all the clutter of my youth and getting rid of my old toys.
Unusual, however, because I have chosen to reflect with care (or disdain) on each item I discard, like Shakespeare would form a sonnet, or the media would blurt another Tim Tebow article.
And though it has lessened the guilt I feel about rejecting these old plastic/fluffy/digital friends, it has also made this process really... freaking... slow!
To observe, I have recently unleashed Ickis, item #34. That's less than three toys a month. 0.1 toy a day. 0.00006 toys per minute! If this were a production line, I would have gone out of business.
But whatever. It's a labour of love. A strange, creepy kind of love (like Billy Bob and Angelina Jolie), but it's there. Without the blood in a vial.
I digress. Happy one year anniversary to INAKA! How much more progress do I have to make until I've cleared away an entire tub of memories?
...A fair bit.