I’m not criticizing people who collect antiques. Not right now. When I wrote the comic, I was, but I was writing dialog for the fictional character “Comic Scott,” who is a bit of a dick sometimes. Now I’m writing for real me, and I do understand the urge to collect antiques.
I used to occasionally pick up things that could be referred to as antiques. Heck, at one time, I drove an antique—a 1962 Ford Fairlane 500, the undisputed monarch of the tarmac! Sadly, I had even more belongings that I bought brand new, then kept long enough to count as antiques. I came to realize that most of them fell into the category of “things I really wanted at one time, but now have no real use for, except to look at them.”
The vast majority of that stuff got jettisoned when we moved across the ocean. Most of it is completely forgotten now, but there are things I wish I had kept. I still miss my old minidisc player. I have several devices that are better audio players than it was. The problem is, they all lack that cool, tactile series of clicks and whirs the minidisc player made when I ejected a disc. It felt so futuristic, which is ironic, as it is now the future, and nothing does that anymore.
Joe Ratterman
2025-04-09 22:49:09 +0000 UTCScott Meyer
2025-04-01 14:23:51 +0000 UTCMatt Thompson
2025-04-01 13:08:50 +0000 UTC