holy crap! I haven't bought a game in over 10 days.
Found quite an odd assortment of crap last night.  Went to visit my wife's grandmother in this tiny, tiny little town.  Apparently, there's an auction house in that tiny, tiny little town and there's a huge auction every Friday night.
So, just for the helluvit, I go...and find a few video game items.  One of the video game things I spot is a broken Xbox and figured, what the hell, I'll bid on it.  Got heated between me and two other guys, but my bid of $20 won out.  Yeah!  A broken Xbox...well, figured I could tinker with it and maybe replace the Thompson that's probably inside it.
Later on, I go to the auctioneer's office to pick up my Xbox and find out, for $20, I also got all of this:
Broken Xbox with all connections
Broken Xbox controller
MX Unleased for Xbox
Exhibition Vol. 5 for Xbox
Three ceramic figurines
Two Thermos lunchboxes
A kid's antique metal bank
A box of misc. nuts, bots, and screws
Some sort of Happy Meal toy
A working adding machine
Talking Computron (1987 - need to look into this a little more)
A kids work/play bench
Some piece of stage lighting equipment
A working microwave
Apparently the Xbox was part of a much larger lot of stuff...and I bought it all...for $20.
So, I get home and get a better look at this Xbox.  It looks like it's been kept in a barn or something.  Sticky, nasty, scratched up and smelly.  Plug it in and it immediately starts flashing yellow (thank God it wasn't red).  The CD door acts like it wants to open but can't.  I can see there's something stuck inside it.  Somehow I'm able to pry out very carefully a Backstreet Boys CD someone jammed into the poor thing.
Plug the Xbox back in and still get the yellow flashing light.  Check the connections and they're fine, but extremely nasty/sticky/gross.  So, I sit and clean the thing for about an hour...plug it back in...success!  |D
I cleaned the controller, too, and it works nicely.  Interestingly, on the Xbox, someone saved a bunch of Skynyrd songs...cool!  So, I turn up Sweet Home Alabama, dance around my Room of Doom, celebrating the nice little find I came across.
I asked one of the auctioneers how often they get things like that in and he tells me "every Friday.  Sometimes stuff like that gets thrown away because nobody wants them."  Ok, so I'll be making a trip to this tiny, tiny town every Friday from now on.
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