"Calling all Cadillac Owners. The NATIONAL CADILLAC CLUB is starting a new region/chapter to be called The Snake River Region. It's going to be quite large that may span hundreds of miles from Spokane, as far down as Twin Falls, Pocatello, and beyond. We hope to have some Cads from the Boise area as well..."
Being the proud owner of a 1979 Cadillac Sedan de Ville stretch limousine, I agree that it's about time someone got going on a properly affiliated organization celebrating one of America's finest luxury automobiles.
For more information, check out the Craigslist post here.
Whether it's cheap motorcycles, bizarre love interests or rooms for rent, Craigslist rarely fails to deliver with unusual postings from unusual people trying to do or sell unusual things.
A recent post to Boise's community section certainly delivers.
In December my husky had to have a leg amputated. I have decided to start a support group for any other owners of tripawd dogs. Right now just in the planning stages but if you are interested please let me know.
Anyone wishing to join the group may email here to discuss further.
Good luck, mystery Craigslister.
Though this post under Craigslist’s “Items Wanted” category gave me a case of the WTFs on first glimpse, after further inspection, I decided the dude might not actually be all that nuts.
“After loosing my job I need a motorcycle to ride ... I need to have at leat 600cc. I have some cash, but I would like to trade my gorgeous rings for someone who would appreciat them. Please call Shawn at ... ”
“This beautiful 1 3/4 ct. tw. Diamond engagement ring features a 3/4 ct. princess cut center Diamond with 1 ct. tw. princess cut side Diamonds set in classic 14K white gold.
Retails at $7195.00 Gorgeous Ring”
OK, so let’s break down why this dude’s life totally sucks. First, he lost his job. Crappy. Second, he lost his girl (re: the diamond engagement ring he’s now trying to hawk.) Burn. Third, he can’t spell for shit and has a propensity to stretch the truth (is it worth $8,000 or $7,195?)
Somebody get this guy a hog. With the hand he’s been dealt, he belongs on the open road.
Today, in a surprise turn of events, Craigslist made the world a little less creepy. Missed Connections don’t get much more adorable than this.
The bird is the word! - m4w - 17
“To the Simply gorgeous girl in the back of a green and white Ford Bronco Early this evening. We were at a stop Light. And your dad I believe was playing that song. I feel bad for you... but my dad looked at you and you looked at me (in the back seat) gave me an embarrassed smile and looked away.. I just wanted to say you have a beautiful smile.”
Young love. Le sigh.
This Craigslist "free" post smacks of Hemmingway's For Sale: baby shoes, never worn. Pure poetry.
A Hoarder's Intervention
on corner of maverick lane and victory...
off victory and cole...
guitar for GH
shoes wet suit
remote control car...
i'm a hoarder and my family is intervening
Just came across this gem in the Craigslist "Barter" section:
"Hollywood Prescription Lip Plumper fo baby toys sells in salons for 19.99 a set have 6 sets to trade for"
Guess this prescription Hollywood lip plumper must work pretty well if she’s hawking it for baby toys …
This week, CWOCL hits a little bit closer to home. We just received a startling email from Mr. and Mrs. Vidiot, who have been trying to hawk a few extra items cluttering up their garage on Craigslist. So far, their run-of-the-mill goods—a microsuede loveseat, high-backed bar stools, a rubber igloo dog house—have been receiving run-of-the-mill, straightforward responses. Until now.
Here’s a recent reply Travis forwarded us, reprinted word-for-word in all of its supremely odd, creepy glory.
I saw the igloo style dog house on CL. Do you think this item would fit in a medium sized tree (40ft), my son has been wanting a tree house, but I don't know how to build him one, nor do I want to climb into the tree, so I thought this would work.
If it will work, then I will offer you $18, but I will need your help getting it in place in the tree. I am terrified of heights. I have not always need [sic] scared of heights but about 10 years ago, when my son was 3 I was cleaning the gutters on the second story of our house. I had the ladder setup on an awning over the entrance to our home. The ladder started to wobble and I thought that I was going to fall, but thankfully I did not. then about 5 years ago I was prunning branches out of the tree that I want to put the igloo in and a branch fell and hit me. Don't worry, it wasn't big but it was scary. Then about 2 years ago I was putting up christmas lights and I was on my ladder again and I waited too long to put up the lights and with was very cold (and icy, but I didn't know that when I started) and as I was reaching to hang the last strand the ladder fell out from under me and I fell. I fell from about 6 feet right on to my behind and I fractured my tailbone. They can't really do anything fo [sic] that so I just had to endure the pain and sit on a doughnut at work all day, and now since that last incident I have not wanted to climb up a ladder or be high off the ground.
If you help me get the new treehouse into the tree I will give you another $7 making the total you get $25.
Please let me know so I can let my son know.
Ok, so right off the bat we get that this dude’s a bit wacky. He wants to turn a used dog igloo into a tree fort for his son. Yikes. But, hey, maybe he’s just a creative, industrious type? Nope, reading on, it gets creepier. The tree is 40 feet—as in four stories or 40 Subway sandwiches—tall. Not quite the frumpy, tire-swing-clad oak most of us think of when we picture a fort-housing tree.
But still, it gets worse. After a little math, we realize that his son is 13 years old. Like pre-algebra-studying, back-alley-pot-smoking, pushing-puberty, 13 years old. And his dad thinks that jamming a tiny, used, rubber doghouse, with an entry hole the size of a cookie sheet into a tree 40 feet in the air is going to please his teenage son? Maybe this dude should take that $25 bucks and invest it in a few different types of tiny rubber igloos for his son … if you, uh, get where we’re going.
Since last Saturday, when the upcoming Owl City concert at The Venue sold out—the first show to ever sell out in advance at The Venue—fans of the synth-pop troubadour started scouring Craigslist for any available tickets.
On Monday, the tone was amicable:
“Looking for (2) Owl City Tickets for my daughter, Can only pay reasonable price. Please e-mail if you would like to sell them and at what price.”
“I really want to go to this concert and by the time I went to order tickets they were sold out. It would be greatly appreciated if I could get these tickets. Thanks =)”
But by Wednesday, people started to up the ante.
“I need one ticket for this up coming concert. I am willing to pay $20 for it.”
“I need one ticket to the Owl City concert at the Knitting Factory for 10/12. I am willing to pay $60 for one ticket.”
As of today, people were getting frantic:
“Hey, I'm looking for a couple of Owl City tickets here in Boise. I'm willing to pay $75 apiece for them (I need two). If you're willing to sell I'd appreciate a call.”
“My wife’s birthday and I missed out on tickets. She asked for this for her birthday please help me make this happen please please I HAVE CASH PLEASE.”
If anyone out there has a couple of Owl City tickets and wants a) to save a marriage or b) to make a cool $150, now is your chance. Do the wise thing.
Researching my recent feature on bartering in Boise, I’ve had to log a considerable number of hours scrolling through the monotony that is Craigslist’s sea of endless blue text. But, not once did I think, “Man, why hasn’t somebody come out with a better Craigslist?”
Well, Wired journalist Gary Wolf did. And he took the question to the man himself, San Francisco’s Craig Newmark. What resulted is a can’t-peel-your-eyes-off-the-page portrait that asks some tough questions of a man whose business has had marked effects on everything from the collapse of newspaper classified sales to the accessibility of prostitution. Though the self-described “Forrest Gump of the Internet" at times comes off as a jerk, giving vague, monosyllabic retorts to Wolf’s prodding questioning, at others, he seems adorably dorky. Wolf observes:
“When [Newmark] talks, he calls upon a repertoire of conversational gambits he has been collecting forever, and he has a selection of sound effects on his mobile phone, such as a cymbal crash, that he can trigger to make it clear he is joking.”
Or this other gem:
“On our way out of the cafe, I step aside to let Newmark go ahead, and he walks face-first into the plate glass door.”
But Newmark’s awkward nerdiness aside, Wolf’s piece raises some much needed questions about a site that claims to espouse democratic ideals and champion the inherent goodness of people, but at the same time steadfastly resists change and development at every turn.
"NINJA HAULER: 2005 Nissan Xterra — $12900: OK, let me start off by saying this Xterra is only available for purchase by the manliest of men (or women). My friend, if it was possible for a vehicle to sprout chest hair and a five o'clock shadow, this Nissan would look like Tom Selleck. It is just that manly.
It was never intended to drive to the mall so you can pick up that adorable shirt at Abercrombie & Fitch that you had your eye on. It wasn't meant to transport you to yoga class or Linens & Things. No, that's what your Prius is for. If that's the kind of car you're looking for, then just do us all a favor and stop reading right now. I mean it. Just stop.
This car was engineered by 3rd degree ninja super-warriors in the highest mountains of Japan to serve the needs of the man that cheats death on a daily basis. They didn't even consider superfluous nancy boy amenities like navigation systems (real men don't get lost), heated leather seats (a real man doesn't let anything warm his butt), or On Star (real men don't even know what the hell On Star is).
No, this brute comes with the things us testosterone-fueled super action junkies need. It has a 265 HP engine to outrun the cops. It's got special blood/gore resistant upholstery. It even has a first-aid kit in the back. You know what the first aid kit has in it? A pint of whiskey, a stitch-your-own-wound kit and a hunk of leather to bite down on when you're operating on yourself. The Xterra also has an automatic transmission so if you're being chased by Libyan terrorists, you'll still be able to shoot your machine gun out the window and drive at the same time. It's saved my bacon more than once.
It has room for you and the four hotties you picked up on the way to the gym to blast your pecs and hammer your glutes. There's a tow hitch to pull your 50 caliber anti-Taliban, self cooling machine gun. I also just put in a new windshield to replace the one that got shot out by The Man.
My price on this bad boy is an incredibly low $12,900, but I'll entertain reasonable offers. And by reasonable, I mean don't walk up and tell me you'll give me $5,000 for it. That's liable to earn you a Burmese-roundhouse-sphincter-kick with a follow up three fingered eye-jab. Would it hurt? Hell yeah. Let's just say you won't be the prettiest guy at the Coldplay concert anymore.
There's only 69,000 miles on this four-wheeled hellcat from Planet Kickass. Trust me, it will outlive you and the offspring that will carry your name. It will live on as a monument to your machismo.
Now, go look in the mirror and tell me what you see. If it's a rugged, no holds barred, super brute he-man macho Chuck Norris stunt double, then contact me. I might be out hang-gliding or BASE jumping or just chilling with my ladies, but I'll get back to you. And when I do, we'll talk about a price over a nice glass of Schmidt while we listen to Johnny Cash.
To sweeten the deal a little, I'm throwing in this pair of MC Hammer pants for the man with rippling quads that can't fit into regular pants. Yeah, you heard me. FREE MC Hammer pants.