• Chucky’s back, and he’s tossing out his old blue pencils.

Packing up my office this weekend, in anticipation of the Reader’s August 1 move to 350 N. Orleans, I was forced to sift and sort through 15 years’ worth of crap, which turned out to be a real trip down memory lane—maybe not a lane, more like a back alley. Here’s some of the weird stuff I dug up:

An eight-inch rubber sperm I got in the mail as promo for the movie Seed of Chucky. The big sperm also came with a condom labeled “Get a Load of Chucky,” which I stapled to the bulletin board at one point, so it’s probably no good now.