Tweezers
I’ve moved house (or room, as the case may be) nearly once a year for many years, but the sheer amount of useless junk my livingspace accumulates never fails to amaze me. I’m not a materialistic person, either. I only keep what I use and what has sentimental value – and since I am a cold, unfeeling, unsentimental person, I think the latter category remains manageable.
So there must be some other explanation for the tweezers. I have five pairs of them.
Three are accounted for. Two came with manicure sets. (One set is nearly ten years old and one is from this Christmas; both were gifts.) One was left behind during the incredible New Orleans Muffination of 2004/2005. It is (they are?) a very good, strong pair of tweezers; I think they belong to Tony, I remember him tweezing all the willing boys’ brows with them.
So where did the other two come from? I’ve never bought tweezers.
Since tweezers are useful but don’t have sentimental value (with the one exception, which is also the most useful), I have no idea what to do with them.
Meanwhile, I have two fledgling posts sitting on my laptop: a long, unwieldy and now outdated reply to Brian’s comment and the whole Things Men Can Do hullabaloo; a rather surprisingly optimistic rumination on why people bother taking up arms in fights that aren’t theirs (men for womens’ personhood, straights for gays rights, thin people for fat acceptance, and so forth). I imagine I won’t finish those until my tweezers are sorted and my possessions are UHauled to South Philly.
Finally, you can be Sex Calumny’s friend on Myspace. Why wouldn’t you be? They have awesome buttons.
OK, just because no one’s commented in days, I’ll posit this fairly innocent explanation for your excess of tweazing tools: Female (or male I suppose) friend comes over, uses your bathroom, checks their reflection and decides to do some touch up work, and out come the tweezers… it *is* a little odd that it might have happened twice independently, are they all similar size and style and whatnot? Maybe this explains one of the extras and there’s another story for the other one, like a special tweezer leprechaun who is leaving clues to help you find his pot at the end of the rainbow full of tweezed hairs and clipped toenails…
I’ll take one of those pairs of tweezers. I only have those weirdo things that are actually medical clamps or forceps or something. (And, no, no clue where those came from.)
… and just for the record I want tweezers because of splinters (the last of which I ended up *cutting* out), not for my eyebrows.
the fun will be to find out what was oddly left behind in your seemingly clean new place… maybe you’ll find tweezers. maybe we (some amorphous blob of your scattered friends, family and readers) are playing an intricate and largely pointless practical joke and the next step will be emery boards.
those of you manly types who don’t have non-splinter needs for tweezers–for emery board, read file
break a packing tape dispenser tomorrow! (but not a leg, please)
‘ang on a minute, ecentipede! I have emery boards, and a couple varieties of nail files. I don’t use them much any more, but I used to use them regularly on the nails of my right hand to keep them in proper shape for playing classical guitar.
So, I’ve been writing in my Xanga, and I noticed you’ve not visited! I then realized, ever since you started WORDPRESS I have been awful about checking it. To remedy this I’ve decided to put it next to the bookmark of my own Xanga, so that I’ll check it more often.
As for the tweezers, I’m sure that the Muffination ones are Tony’s. Wasn’t that such a good time? If you want a laugh go look in my xanga archive and you can see most of what happened. Some things I remembered off hand was there the waitress told Ting he was “obviously” an engineer. I remember the boys went to the bar to get away from the estrogen session.
Houston certainly misses you! Today, I bought a new CD, and walked around the lovely inner loop. It made me think of you, and walking around Canal! OH! I keep meaning to ask. Which of the lovely New Orleans girls said “Why do we always have to wait for the ‘white man’ to tell us to go?” when waiting to cross the street. I quoted her today, and received funny looks, and LOTS OF LAUGHS!”
Hee.
I’m voting for mischevous magic, like Brian said. I also found FOUR men’s undershirts – inexplicable! – and $40.
Richard, I only check Xanga like once a week because no one posts there anymore – but I’ll come by and comment fo’ sho. It was Sinister Sarah that made the white man comment… I use that one a lot too. : D