i have too much stuff. i'm like my mom in this respect. a class-1 pack rat. an entire childhood of allowances spent on g.i. joes, christmases of star wars, and birthdays of everything else. so with my impending move to lake george, i've decided - much like i did with my comic books a few months ago - it's time to purge. so i opened up the closet, and dug out the grande-sized rubbermaid containers that hold all the toys that made it. in other words, my toy boxes.

jesus.
my first rule: all the action figures i keep. starbuck from the original (and far superior) battlestar galactica, charley pizer from disney's the black hole, peter venkmann from the ghostbusters...they're easy to put in a little box.

wow. did you know i was single? as if the general nature of this blog post didn't give it away in the first place.

after a few hours i was able to separate all the star wars stuff, then i stood there looking at it all for about fifteen minutes. frustrated at the sheer volume, i dumped it all back into the containers and put them back in the closet.
this is going to take more resolve than i thought.