Why do I like random stuff?
Below is a picture of a Mighty Mugg figure I saw on Agent M’s blog.
Aside from the fact that Agent M might have the coolest job in the world, and therefore everything he mentions takes on a nerdy-Bondsian cool-factor, this dude pictured looks like something I’d want to have on my desk.
Oh wait. I do have him on my desk
(just not the same one)
I remember when I bought this dude, Anie looked at me very puzzled, and asked why I was buying it. The simple fact was I wanted to own a Wolverine figure, and the price of $10 was no deterrence.
Then I realized that what she was talking about was really, “why would you buy a random thing like that to put on your desk at work”.
I still haven’t worked out a good answer, but everyone who’s seen it seems to like it, too.
It does puzzle me why, for a pseudo-minimalist, I like to have random thing around. Perhaps my dark-side is a secret horder.
Nah, that can’t be it.
Maybe it’s because I couldn’t get this stuff when I was a kid, so now I buy it for myself?
That’s probably closer to home, but in truth, I had all the ninja turtles I wanted as a kid, just far less than the kids down the block.
Maybe it’s something totemic, like the Wolverine on my desk is a modern version of the idols we learned about in Art History class. Instead of fertility, I’m seeking to channel virility and latent aggression?
How about you? Do you have anything on your desk (at home or at work) that really doesn’t belong there but you always want to keep it around?
(This is Day 6 of the 30 Day Blog Challenge)