Not Another Garage Sale...This is THE GARAGE SALE

My house is currently a chaotic museum of "I thought I might need that someday," "I definitely don't need that right now," and "holy schnike, I totally forgot I even had that!"
As I transition into a new chapter, I am (economically, spiritually, and mildly) obligated to offload the evidence of my previous one. My closets are bloated with the detritus of a life well-lived (or at least, well-stored), and as I pivot into a new epoch, I am initiating a forced redistribution of my personal inventory.
Dig the inventory...
The Performance Archive: Cloting and Costumes for roles I’ve played, styles that have been sported, characters yet to meet, and assorted cosplay tools to sew, stich, sever, and secure.
The Digital Relics: Towers, screens, camera/production gear, and gaming consoles that deserve a second life in your fortress of solitude.
The Noise Machines: Musical instruments, kitchen and living room appliances, things that go beep and bang, along with things that don't (but you could still bang together).
Assorted Curiosities: So many rad and random items that are hard to list! From comics to figurines and funky hats, books, bottles and buttons, papers and posters, coins and collectibles, they defy a singular categorization...
Let’s be honest, you probably don’t think that you need more stuff, BUT you do need a reason to get out of the house, and I have a yard/driveway full of high-quality, interesting, useful, intriguing, practical, pre-owned, goodies, that I need to be rid of by the afternoon.
I'll take cash, Venmo, Zelle, and CashApp.
They say you can't take it with you.
And believe me, I don't want to...


**Please note: At any point throughout the event, if you see me leaning against the house looking oddly contemplative, please interrupt me. I'm not suffering from remorse or ennui, but likely just waiting for someone to take the double deep fryer...