My Wonderful Bag of Crap

Who here knows what woot.com is?

What about a Woot-off?

Okay, three of you.  That's...good enough.

Aaanyway*...the "one deal a day" model bores me, and I'm too deliberate with what little money I have** for the impulse-heavy nature of the Woot-off to make a dent in my wallet, so I don't do too much shopping at the site itself.

But I keep an eye on Woot-offs anyway, on the off chance that I might luck into a Bag O' Crap.

With the Bag O' Crap, you pays your money and you takes your chances.  Reports of big-screen TVs are rare but existent enough to give the BoC its own server-straining popularity, and mp3 player-level items hover around middling levels of rareness.  You'll always end up with something, even if it's, you know, crap.

Long story short - during this afternoon's Woot-off, I managed to beat my way through the inevitable server lag and nab myself a BoC.  I am, of course, unreasonably excited.

Personally, I'm not in it to hit big***.  These things appeal to me for the same reason that I like the Powerball, church raffles, and video poker:  because a fool and his money are soon I enjoy the thrill of the hunt, so to speak.  If a nice Russian mail-order bride or a starter for a 1993 Lebaron**** falls into my lap, so much the better.  Knowing my luck, I'll end up with a used wrench or a bag of off-brand dollar store peanuts. 

Even then, paying a dollar for the FUN SURPRISE of a used wrench is a great deal in my book.

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* I'm assuming that you clicked those links, and I don't need to explain what I'm talking about here.  You clicked those links, right?

** Unless we're talking about the important things in like.  You know, like Mayfield's Snow Cream, or Transformers action figures.

*** Lies, damned lies, and statistics.

**** And a way to install the damned thing in my driveway.  Seriously, who bolts a starter to a car through the motor mount?  Malicious intent, I say.