Now, I've got a lot of junk in my house, and I'm certain if you looked hard enough, you may even find the Holy Grail mixed in with my collection of coffee cups, beer steins, and other trinkets which have fallen into my pockets during my travels.
Anyway, for this Weekend Assignment, John Scalzi wanted to know what we have in our houses that other people probably don't. I don't know about you, but on this end, you literally can't swing a cat in this house without hitting something that just doesn't belong. I live in an abnormal world.
I had a hard time deciding on what to throw in here. I've got bricks from the Roman Aquaduct that "fell into my pocket" during a trip to Trier, Germany. I've got a man from a foosball table on a shelf in my kitchen. Heck! I've even got a gong in my dining room.
On the other hand, all that is simply kitch compared to the display of petrified porcine glory that I have in the living room.
Yes folks! It is a concrete pig. And, it is a damn heavy one at that. In fact, I'd estimate it to be well over one-hundred pounds. I think it's kind of cool, and I've given it many names from Rudy to Wilbur; however, I've never quite been able to settle on one particular affectation for my porky little chum.
Not only is this thing a great conversation starter, but one of the perks to having this beast in the house is that I can move it around and freak out the cats. For example, the last time I moved it into the middle of the room, my deaf and mostly blind cat spent about an hour hissing and swatting at the poor piece of stone before she realized it wasn't a threat.
Originally, I had wanted to put the thing in the yard. In fact, I wanted to get another one and put them on opposite sides of the front steps. I mean, some people have lions guarding their stately manors. I can have pigs.
Tag: Weekend Assignment