Dude, where's my stuff?

So the vast majority of my possessions have been sold or otherwise disposed of; couches, chairs, loveseats, kitchen table, coffee table, end table, TV bench, motorcycle, power-tools, firearms, hunting equipment, golf clubs, crucible furnace starter kit, air-compressor, pneumatic tools, cigar humidor, Texas Hold'em Poker table, Roomba, old-school Sony Mavica, candy vending machine, DVD player, old computers, old computer parts, 100MB switches and wireless routers of dubious functionality, desk/table, office set, high-back desk chair, TVs, dishes, plants, liquor, wines (disposed into the local sewer system after human filtration), BBQ grill, dog beds, lamps, Gorilla Ladder, lawn chairs, old shoes, old clothes that don't fit anymore anyway, fans, excess cleaning supplies, a suit, extra sheets, extra towels, et cetera, et cetera.

Here's a collage of some of it. Good times...good times.


I'm really liking the feeling of owning less crap -- or having less crap own me.

I still have the Vizsla (first column, third row) and I'm not quite settled on what to do about that.