Mr. Dillon’s Slanty Shanty!

Pretty much the only thing on the Internet about Mr. Dillon’s Fabulous Slanty Shanty—besides the blog post you’re reading now—is this diary entry (?) on FamilySearch from 1977 which says:

“You can laugh yourself silly there.”

That’s it. The entirety of human knowledge at our disposal, and that’s the best we’ve got. (That, and a comment on the current property-owner’s Facebook page that says “WISH YOU STILL HAD THE SLANTY SHANTY.”) Internet, you have failed this city. (I don’t actually know what that’s a reference to; don’t tell anyone.)

Thankfully, the spirit of Mr. Dillon’s Slanty Slanty lives on in NorCal’s own CONFUSION HILL (pronounced in all-caps like that). I took my parents there a few weeks ago when they flew in from New Jersey because I’m literally the worst son; here’s my dad wearing his completely sincere “I’m having fun” face while experiencing the weird gravity.

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Guest Post: Antique Shopping

(This guest post was submitted by my GameCola co-collaborator and perhaps the world’s most famous Nancy Drew enthusiast, Michael Gray.)

Since Halloween is coming up, I thought it’d be a nice time to talk about yardsaling’s scary cousin: antique shopping.

You can see the family resemblance between antique shopping and yard sales. Both hobbies include sorting through piles of useless old junk that nobody wants anymore. But while yard sales are run by mostly normal people, antique malls are run by complete lunatics. In fact, if you’re ever at a yard sale where the sellers seem crazy, odds are that they’re just trying to impress the antique mall scouts.

You see, antique stores are just like the government. Everyone in charge is over fifty years old, and they have no idea how much things cost. For example, $50 for a Titanic VHS tape is a reasonable price at an antique store. On the other hand, something like an Xbox 360 game will go for two dollars, because the antiquers have no idea what to do with any products made in this century.

I recently visited an antique mall in Normal, Illinois. Conveniently located in a dead shopping center, this store contains proof that their town is poorly named.

This suit would either be a great Halloween costume, or the worst birthday present ever.

About $20 for the creepy salt and pepper shakers. I think the design for them was reused in Gnomeo and Juliet.