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Things Not to Get Me
I've had a productive day of shredding old files and somewhat clearing off my desk.  I haven't started on the desk drawer, however.  Nor have I found either of the two things I was looking for, both of which I was sure were on the desk.  I believe I have to brave the box of shame to locate them.  (For the uninitiated, the box of shame is a box in which I toss non-urgent mail.    Things all too often marinate in there until they become urgent, alas.)
In the course of this fit of organizational mania, I ran across the collection of items from the Hammacher Schlemmer catalogue that I clipped for purposes of mockery. To whit:
And, yes, I am well aware that I own things other people would mock.
In the course of this fit of organizational mania, I ran across the collection of items from the Hammacher Schlemmer catalogue that I clipped for purposes of mockery. To whit:
- The Fingerprint Recognizing Espresso Machine.  For a mere $3200, you scan your fingerprint and he machine remembers how you like your coffee.  It can store up to six fingerprints and drink profiles in its database.  I will stick to the aluminum drip pot I bought in Vietnam for well under a buck, thank you.
- The Constellation Projecting Turtle Night Light.  I admit I sleep well under starry skies, but I always assumed that was because sleeping under the stars meant sleeping outside, ideally in a nice dark desert.  And I am not sure why I would want anything in the shape of a turtle somewhere in my bedroom.  (Nothing against turtles.)  To be fair, there is also a ladybug option.  I don't think a foot-long ladybug proecting green stars on the ceiling would help me sleep, however.
- The Lady's Washable Cashmere Activewear Set.  Okay, it is washable, but cashmere sweats are just wrong.  At least it isn't pink.  (It comes in a choice of grey or black.)
- The Only Scootercase.  A suitcase with a built-in scooter.  Because oblivious people who roll their roll-aboards over my feet aren't enough of a menace at the airport.
- The Personal Soup Chef.  This automatically chops vegetables and simmers broth to make homemade soup.  In other words, it's a heated blender.  It is, apparently, just too much trouble to cook things and put them in a blender.
And, yes, I am well aware that I own things other people would mock.

