I used to collect baseball cards, but I have since stopped. Nowadays, I just collect dust.
MLP toys.
Also video game related toys that go in my video game corner along with my game collection and posters.![]()
Does mounting debt count?
STIs are like pokemon
GOTTA CATCH EM ALL!!@#!#@#@
Actual collections:
Trashy fantasy novels
gaming books
miniature figurines for gaming
(/nerd)
Books
Vinyl Records
Rocks
I used to be obsessive about getting strategy guides for every game I owned because I thought they looked cool. That didn't last long though.
I got into collecting/playing the Redemption card game a while back, but that obsession only lasted about a year.
I also still have my collections of Pokemon and Yugioh cards in a bunch of boxes lying around. I have a book that holds all of my holographic Pokemon cards in my room. Most of my collection is energy cards as well.
Um. I guess video games(and dust) is about it. The last thing I collected just to collect something was Pogs when I was a young'un. XD
Magic Cards. WoW cards. Video Game merchandise (again largely WoW related). Merchandise related to anything I've been obsessing over recently (most recently it's been the London 2012 Olympics - I swear I've entered crazy cat lady territory with the amount of Olympic memorabillia I have now).
Also these LEGO.com Minifigures : Home
I collect PS1 era RPGs, Assassin's Creed swag, and Star Wars, well, everything. When women walk into my house the panties practically fly off.
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I don't really collect anything. I would say the closest thing I have to a collection are my books and PS1-era jRPGs that I tote around like a brand.
If it's useless, I have it.
More specifically, I have a large collection of old gaming magazines. Some are Nintendo Powers I inherited from my cousin. I became a fan of T&T when I found an article on FF7 which led me to pick up a copy of the game (I didn't even remember what FF was until I actually had the game though). GI, OPSM, PSM, Edge Magazine.
I also have a small collection of items that could be used as blunt weapons: pool cues, mop handles, baseball bats, planks (those which can be wielded single-handed)... originally, I collected these items because I like to fiddle with them and twirl them around like I've seen in those karate movies. You might suppose I could just as easily have used a baton. However, I just don't consider the baton to actually exist in this reality. I can't use it and I can't imagine why anyone would want to touch it. I mean, throwing a stick around sounds useful if you want to hit someone or have a dog to play fetch with.
I still have my original Nintendo games despite not having a working system.
My mom collects cat figures. I know a girl who collects old-fashioned keys and items designed to look like them (including pictures of them)
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.