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Went to the massive annual Hopkins neighborhood garage sale this morning. Pushed N up and down the streets and driveways with KC and J9 and Z. I was mainly shopping for boys' shorts (9-12mo), a beat-up old lamp for the porch (floorstanding if possible), and any good 25-cent paperbacks or CDs I stumbled across. As would be expected I managed to be tempted by lots of other cool stuff, too. My favorite was what I think was a old school coin-op Nintendo PlayChoice 5 machine. It was already marked sold, so I don't know what it went for, but I will GUARANTEE that I could have flipped it on ebay for some serious fun and profit. Stupid early risers beating me to all the good stuff... they think they're so great. Well enjoy your vintage arcade equipment, you no-snooze-alarm jerks!

A couple of houses were selling some snack type stuff. Coffee, donuts, cookies, hot dogs, brats, whatever. It's like a Phish lot scene, only for some reason the cops in Hopkins appear to be TOTALLY COOL about vending. WTF is that?! Anyway, most of the snack shacks had big signs up to reassure you that any money they made would be donated to a charitable organization of some sort. It's nice that it's for a good cause and all, but that doesn't mean it's okay for people to eat a bratwurst at 9:30 in the morning. Seriously. It's called lunch. And it's 3 hours away. Look into it.

It sprinkled some. My hands stayed warm. I ate a cookie. I talked to a bunch of people. I almost got a bitchin' softball bat for $10. I ended up taking home 3 pairs of shorts. Total cost: $1.75. Not bad.