On the counter in my office I keep a small pile of twist ties, the kind you tie around wires to keep them from becoming unruly during shipping. I have since replaced most of these ties with Velcro wraps where I've needed them, so I suppose that I should be rid of them, but every so often Berta has the need for one, or their unique nature leads to a specific useful result like ejecting a stuck CD drive.
In any case, I keep this pile of twist ties on the counter between my synthesizer keyboard and my scanner.
Just A Ride
We Want Your Soul (Club Mix)
Once In A Lifetime
Bomb Scare
