LOOK AT MY ROOM - I AM SUCH A FAN

Some FARCEBOOK loser just delighted other FARCEBOOK losers with a glimpse at his shrine to a pair of dead movie stars that most people under 50 don't care about.

REMEMBER, grown up KIDDIES, it's not WHO you are but WHAT YOU HAVE.

And doesn't this look more like a KIDDIE ROOM than one that an adult occupies??

And I guess I'm forced to quote urgent-voiced whiny Don Henley and his variation on "You can't take it with you." He sang, as if he had Sting's finger up his ass, "You don't see no hearses with luggage racks."

Where the FUCK is all that L&H garbage gonna go when this chump croaks? To whatever dealer who shows up and says "I'll take it off your hands for a flat sum. I'll take it or leave it." And he'll have the damned chore of hoping there are still aging idiots who "collect" this kind of shit on eBay.

One reason I've never become a "collector" like this, is that I see this kind of bragging display, and it sickens me. I see a huge load of crap turn up on eBay with a line like, "I'm old and it's time to part with this stuff" or, worse, "This is part of an estate sale..."

The mind of the "collector" is hard to figure, small as it is.

The idea is to "collect" the most shit about "Star Wars" or "Star Trek" or some comedy team or some pro wrestler...and this elevates you? To what? What was your skill? Bidding on eBay for shit?

How IMPRESSIVE to other IDIOTS.

One idiot instantly posted HIS treasure trove:

How boring.

This stuff looks ludicrous in a store. Bobble-head dolls? Pennants? Souvenir toys and coins? Idiot replicas and dolls? Owning it means you've got a piece of your favorite dead celebrity? That's not even the case if you have autographed photos. A lot of us have a few bits of memorabilia, but we don't have a lot because we see a fanatic moron like the above, and think, NO, I DO NOT WANT TO BE LIKE THAT DESPERATE GEEK CALLING ATTENTION TO HIMSELF.

How many times have you even had to walk out of an Internet newsgroup or some other fan club because you couldn't deal with the jerks who were turning a harmless hobby into a competition?

You can smell these fools a mile away. Even on the Internet. An odor wafts somehow from your screen when you SEE photos like the above, or when you read some nudge-nudge nitwit's remark about "Stan and BABE." (That's to let you know that the FAN knows what Ollie's nickname was, among his intimates. Just because the man croaked in 1957 and the FAN was probably not even born yet, that's not gonna stop him from PRETENDING to be an intimate.)

You can bet that the idiots above have gone to various locations where the old movies were shot and stood waving, or wearing costume-drag and mimicking their favorites. Creepy!

There's a fine line between becoming interested in some star or other and wanting to know more on that person...and entering the world of the more-on. I guess it's like the difference between a fine, fine practitioner of Islam and an ISIS terrorist.

The guys who bought this junk aren't fans of a comedy team. They are fanatics. Whether armed with guns or bobblehead dolls...they are people to AVOID!