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    added Mon September 28 2009 at 12:38 AM
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    When I was a kid, my dad used to bring home gifts anytime he was traveling for a long time. In retrospect, I think that he usually just got them at the last airport before he got home. Anyway, that's how I acquired such treasures as Lorry the spotted tiger. I was a fan of tigers even at a young age (my 7th birthday was the only one that I had an actual party and it was decidedly tiger-themed). I'm not sure how he managed to convince me that Lorry was a tiger, but I'm sure the real reason is because the Hudson News stand didn't have any of the traditionally striped variety.

    Unfortunately, I don't think I'm quite so easy to shop for anymore. It's not that I'm particularly picky or greedy, it's just that I don't really 'want' much. And the things I do want but don't have are usually much too expensive to be gifting. I guess that people just get me tiger stuff because that's an easy "I was thinking of Jo-Pete" thing. But if someone were to try to get me a spotted tiger, I'm pretty sure that I'll assume they didn't really think of me much. Or didn't really think much of me.

    The result is that I've got quite a lot of tiger posters and tiger stuffed animals and cheap little tiger nick-knacks. It's not so much that I'm obsessed with them to the point of buying any little thing with a tiger on it, it's just something easy and convenient to identify with. I suppose that's how most peoples' collections really start - you tell people that you like original spoons from far-away places and before long you're knee deep in cutlery.