Dispatches from Suburbia

If I played an instrument, I would have a band called "The Simon Thomsen Sex Tape"; and other musings, rants, and disconnected ramblings.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Mysterious accumulations of stuff...

"Politics is my hobby. Smut is my vocation."
-Larry Flynt

When I was younger, maybe even in pre-school, my grandfather attached six pale blue strips of felt to a thin board. The board would hang on my wall, allowing the inch and a half wide, two foot long strips of felt to hang towards the ground. I attached my pins to the felt strips.

I had never planned on collecting pins. It just sort of happens. When a person has a collection it is not exactly a conscious decision. It’s more along the lines of “Gee, I sure have a lot of rubber stamps. I guess I should start collecting.” You don’t start collecting, though. The collection of rubber stamps/postage stamps/baseball cards/pins is already there. You just decide to add to it.

Who knows why I had so many pins in the first place—enough to completely fill the contraption on my wall. I had all kinds of pins. Now that I think back to it, despite that being perhaps the geekiest hobby a person could get sucked into, lots of those pins were pretty damn cool. Like my little orange Batman pins. They weren’t the more recent, Tim Burton-style dark caped crusader—No, this was the retro Adam West Batman. The one where the TV show had that really catchy theme song—DunananananaDuhnuhnuhnuh Batman! Batman!...Batman! Catchy…and annoying.

On one of those pins, an animated Batman and Robin practically burst out of the pin, and above them a cartoonish, black silhouette of a bat hovered behind orange letters spelling out the word “Batman.”

I need to find that pin. It would go great with my current college hipster years.

I had so many of those goddamn pins. My grandfather had to make me another of his contraptions. Then another. This third one had felt strips that were black, and twice as long as the former.

By the time I filled up the last of the felt, my collecting came to a halt. I suppose I just lost interest, or I went into a phase where the collecting simply heeded—perhaps I was too busy—and I never picked up my hobby again.


At 12:42 AM, Blogger ShadowFalcon said...

Do you still have the pins?

I totally agree it never work collecting stuff if you go "I'm going to collect X" it sort of just happens.

I still have my foreign coin collection but like you I just stopped adding to it one day...

At 7:51 AM, Blogger JR's Thumbprints said...

I'd rather have your Batman pins instead of the zillions of worthless Beanie Babies in my house.

At 9:53 AM, Blogger mist1 said...

I need a hobby. But it can't involve collecting anything sharp. Too dangerous.

At 1:19 PM, Blogger Laura said...

I remember watching that batman show when I was little. My brother and I loved it so much, my mom made us batman and robin capes and we would put them on and get on our bikes and enter into make believe land.

At 5:58 PM, Blogger Erik Donald France said...

I'm still driving Trent Vanegas' "Batmobile." Given that I bought it from him the week of 9/11/01, I hope it can last into 2007. I always enjoyed the campy original series, too. And Batgirl, of course, was a librarian when she wasn't fighting arch-enemies like the Bookworm ;)

At 7:41 AM, Blogger Michelle's Spell said...

Love the quote, picture and post!


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