So in 1989 or so, you finally started cleaning out your record
collection to make way for bigger, better, badder A/V equipment.
You faced a conundrum, however - you enjoyed a lot of these LPs.
How could you so callously turn your back on them? Hence, you
loaded them into a box that migrated, in one way or another,
from your bitchin' sound system to your less than bitchin'
attic.  Fast forward a decade or so: you're moving or cleaning
or whatever, and you find this forgotten stash of vinyl trash.
Immediately, a thought leaps to your mind: I actually spent
money on a Barry Manilow record?! Then you start looking through
them and laugh at your own past musical taste. These are too
funny to throw away, but too useless to keep around.  What's a
body to do? Why, turn them into bowls, of course! Sure, it'll
have a hole in the middle, and you probably won't want to eat
cereal out of it, but it's great for popcorn, chips, Cheetos,
etc.. It also makes a great conversation piece ("No way, you
bought The Stranger too?!")