Island of Misfit Toys

Someone had this van parked at work on Friday.

A decent effort. Scooby looks good. Nice and laid back. Typical Scooby.

Something's going on with Shaggy, though. That look on his face kind of ruins it for me. If I find out who the artist is, I'll tell them they should've just painted Fred instead.

Or just two Scoobys. Two Scoobys are definitely cooler than prostate examination Shaggy.

About a year ago, I accepted that I had a mess of mountain bike tires in my basement. It was pretty overwhelming. If I wasn't tripping all over them, I was thinking about what to do with them.

I have a shed on my lower deck that seems to act as my own little Island of Misfit Toys, so the tires got moved. Out of sight, out of mind.

The shed stayed closed for a while, but I opened it up recently and got reminded of what I tried to forget.

At which point I realized I needed another distraction.

So, I closed the doors to my Island of Misfit Toys and decided instead to tackle the crawl space under the basement stairs. I was happy to have my mind off the shed. That is, until a long-forgotten container was discovered and reopened.



And then more appeared behind an old shelf, so I dragged them out.



If I didn't mountain bike, I wouldn't have this problem. Such is life.

I did manage to document some other great finds.

City Paper. Featured for the First Annual Pittsburgh Craft Beer Week.

Snakeskin disco heels. Party time.

My favorite misfit toy has always been the boat that can't stay afloat. What's yours?