A long long time ago, in a blogaxy far far away, I mentioned that I intended to sell a very large movie collection I owned. This movie collection had a lot of movies. It had 548 DVDs, 19 blu-rays, and 135 seasons of various low-to-high quality television programs. It was disgusting. They were all over the place. I had movies crawling out of the sink and pouring out of my gutters. Golly!
Clearly I had a disease. What disease? Being too awesome to realize I owned too many movies. Then I got married, and my wife said, “Jay, you need to sell all of your movies right away. No man of mine will have such a large collection of unnecessary films on hand. You will be too busy doing everything I say to watch movies anyhow. Now go mow the lawn you wanker.” I bet you thought I was making that up until she said her trademark insult. Also, I realized I didn’t really need any movies, and I tired of buying all the movies, and I never watched the movies, and blah blah blah, I’ve explained this before. I’m here for a different reason right now. This blog has a different thesis statement then some other blog. I’m here to let you know that last weekend I had a garage sale. I put the last remaining movies out for the public (yech…the public, they are so much worse than us) to peruse and buy.