Day 101: Pawn Stars, Season 1 & 2


I’m not going to lie. It has actually been quite difficult for me to keep up with my blog posts lately. At the beginning of February, I made a commitment to work on my book for at least a few hours before I sat down to write a movie review. This structure worked for a while, and my blog fell a bit behind (honestly, I still have notes about movies I watched over Christmas). And, because I was out of the habit of writing a post daily, the frequency of my reviews plummeted. Last week was probably rock bottom in that I only posted once. And it was a mediocre review of a mediocre film. Boo, me. That’s pretty embarrassing. Throughout the week, I kept promising myself that I would just write something—anything–for My Life in the Queue. But, being the diligent procrastinator that I am, I kept pushing it off. And so, this week I have promised myself I will publish updates every day. That’s a whopping five posts. I guess I just wanted to make my goal known so that the fear of public humiliation will drive me forward. How’s that for a carrot on a stick?

 

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Day 90: American Pickers: Season 1 (2010)


Although I like to feign an ambivalence and superiority about having “stuff” and placing worth in objects; at my core, I think I am a very materialistic person. Now, people don’t like to throw out the “m” word unless it is used as a derogatory statement, and even fewer people would want to be called it. However, I will gladly call myself a materialistic person. I am materialistic. I love material things. Love them. So I realize that this probably evokes images of a a wealthy elitist. You are probably imagining that I am snotty and only wear brand name clothing or that I use my DVD collection as a status symbol within my group of friends. Maybe you think that I use dollar bills to light fires in my fireplace and take baths in champagne. Not true–I am not Scrooge McDuck and don’t swim in gold pieces. When I say I am materialistic, I mean this at the most basic level—I like material objects and have a desire to own them (although, after watching Hoarders, the number of possessions in my house has been cut back considerably). I think stuff is cool. And, if said stuff is old, then I am practically drooling over it—regardless of value (it could be worth $1 and I would love it just as much).

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