My Bucket of Dust and Shame

Here it is, me and my bucket of dust and shame (see previous post on No Impact Man not responding to my suggestion he pay his personal assistant and compensate them for their electrical and DSL investment in his project) and poor humiliated H.o.p. attempting to solace and rescue me from my pitiful estate.

For the blog - The Bucket of Shame and Dust

P.S. The belt is one that Marty beaded many years ago. He’s quite good at loom beading. “Show the belt,” I said. “Show the belt, so it won’t just be me and my pitiful bucket of dust and shame.”


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5 responses to “My Bucket of Dust and Shame”

  1. Jennifer Avatar

    LOL!

    Is that bucket a No Impact bucket?? Hmmm? And I’m not spying enough dust to fully reflect the loss, the shame, the general malaise you must be feeling by a lack of response from NIM (why do I keep wanting to add *ROD* to that?)

    I look forward to the video.

    And the belt is awesome. It’s making quite an impact, but in a good way.

  2. Idyllopus Avatar

    Actually there was not only dust but some old caked sand in the bottom, which powdered me sufficiently, as far as I’m concerned.

    The bucket may not be no impact but it’s probably about 15 years old, at least My shirt may not be no impact but it is 13 years old (amazing how well it’s worn). The tank top is 3 years old and the jeans are a year old (Old Navy and Gap…I know, I know). The belt is about 13 years old. The boots are new as I got them in November, but I have a bad habit of buying shoes like every 9 years. The opal necklace is about 17 years old and the other necklace is 6 months old and the bracelets range from 17 to about 18 months old.

    The big long bookshelf against the wall is ages old, picked up at an antique store I worked at about 25 years ago and is some old very obviously handmade job perhaps vintage 1950s. The coffee table (I painted over) is vintage 1960s and was found in the attic of the last place we lived in.

    The futon is 5 years old (wearing really well, as well as its 5 year old cover). The old Indian blanket under the Mexican blanket clocks in at 50 years of age (an old tourist blanket from when Marty was a toddler, threadbare and torn and worth nothing but I love it) and the Mexican blanket is about a year and a half old and wearing really well because it’s never been washed as it’s only for decoration and is just shaken out. I know better than to wash that thing.

    The boy is 9 years old and is wearing tolerably well.

    We may not be No Impact but one couldn’t call us conspicuous consumers by any stretch of the imagination.

  3. Jennifer Avatar

    I tell you, it may not be what you want, but I am hoping for a Idyllopus/NIM debate! I’m guessing he debates with no one who uses toilet paper…

  4. Idyllopus Avatar

    Seriously, a debate that matters would be between NIM and Jim at Stonebridge, or Susan Ochs, of French Road Connections, who wrote so many well-thought out comments on NIM’s blog. For one thing, they are, from what I have observed, a lot nicer than I am. And, for another, when I become irritated with someone’s arguments, I tend to shut up and stare at them. Just stare. Hard stare. This doesn’t translate well over the computer as no one can see me staring, and is just as weird to behold in person. People simply don’t know what to do when I sit and stare, and they especially don’t know what to do when I go from staring hard to giggling, which is the natural progression.

  5. Jennifer Avatar

    I’m not sure NIM deserves *nicer*.

    It’d be interesting to watch a stare-down! Were you staring under that bucket!?!? I used to be accused of giving people the *shark look* when I was over the discussion. I don’t think I do it as much anymore. Now I just raise an eyebrow and think of the shark look. It was a dangerous look. My oldest seems to have inherited it.

    I’ll check out the comments by Susan Ochs. Thanks.

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