Stevea Robbins here. Welcome to the Get It Done Guys, quick and dirty tips to work less and do more.

When I was young, kids collected baseball cards. Being a total geek, I never collected baseball cards myself.

My friends would all say, but the cards have all these great statistics. It never made much sense to me. Why in the world

would you want pictures of baseballs on cards? And what kind of statistics? Unemployment statistics,

housing prices? It was a mystery. I collected wacky packages instead. Wacky packages are fun

drawings of fake products that are takeoffs on real products.

So, instead of Ajax cleaner, they would have A jerks.

I loved them. I really loved them.

And I'm thrilled to know they're back on the market.

As an adult, I still have cards everywhere.

They aren't fun, brightly colored humor cards.

No, they're cards that are a veritable altar to the gods of crass materialism. I have a Starbucks card, Barnes & Noble gift cards,

Amazon cards, frequent buyer cards for my local independent bookstore, credit cards that I use

only rarely, and a subway card where I rack up enough points to simply buy the franchise.

I also have five car garage cards.

Four car rental membership cards, three hotel visitor cards, two theater company cards,

and an Ace Hardware store buyer card. Cards!

Somehow, all those cards aren't nearly as much fun as my wacky packs used to be.

Adult cards are supposed to get us excited about buying stuff, about being an exclusive member,

along with 743,809 other exclusive members, and about getting discounts galore everywhere

in return for deeply personal information

about our buying habits that could sold to shadowy organizations for nefarious purposes.

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