Things I don't need (but will never, ever refuse)

Apropos of absolutely NOTHING, the Hyperbole and a Half blog is amazing and the This Is Why I'll Never Be Adult strip is the first thing in years that has made me cry with laughter. Literally. As in laugh until there were tears pouring out of my eyes.

Anyway, nobody kill me but... there are more books in my future. First mmejavert and I did a book swap, which ended up pretty equal on both sides (she lent me more, but I lent her all my 900-page Neal Stephenson novels, so...) Then we went to the Second Story Books warehouse. Then, over dinner, my dad informed me that the house he's moving into has no built-in bookshelves and he really has no idea what to do with everything except the sci-fi paperbacks he already gave me, and would I be interested in taking some of his military history books off his hands?

Face, meet desk.

I'm not sure whether I have room for a giant box of hardcovers, but like hell am I going to refuse books on Trafalgar, or the gorgeous edition of Churchill's seven-volume history of WWII. If necessary I will resort to my current gravity-based horizontal book storage system, aka stacks of shit on the floor, in order to make room for the Churchill, which I always ogled as a child without ever daring to touch the Really Fancy Books That Belong To Dad.

And surprisingly, I didn't get much at Second Story. George Sand's autobiography (in English), Vigny's "Chatterton" (in French), and two Aubrey-Maturin books. Last time I went they had a giant shelf of POB, and the ten or eleven books in the series I already have come from raiding Second Story's POB supply wholesale and getting a bulk discount, but this time they only had two that I didn't already own, and only five or six total. I asked at the desk what happened to their giant POB supply. "Oh," said the employee, "funny thing, we used to have a whole collection of them, but there were these two people who completely bought us out." I must have been one of them, haha.

Movers are coming tomorrow with the bookshelves. There will probably be room for everything. Probably. If I ignore the giant double stack of Great Illustrated Classics.

Things I don't need (but will never, ever refuse)

Apropos of absolutely NOTHING, the Hyperbole and a Half blog is amazing and the This Is Why I'll Never Be Adult strip is the first thing in years that has made me cry with laughter. Literally. As in laugh until there were tears pouring out of my eyes.

Anyway, nobody kill me but... there are more books in my future. First mmejavert and I did a book swap, which ended up pretty equal on both sides (she lent me more, but I lent her all my 900-page Neal Stephenson novels, so...) Then we went to the Second Story Books warehouse. Then, over dinner, my dad informed me that the house he's moving into has no built-in bookshelves and he really has no idea what to do with everything except the sci-fi paperbacks he already gave me, and would I be interested in taking some of his military history books off his hands?

Face, meet desk.

I'm not sure whether I have room for a giant box of hardcovers, but like hell am I going to refuse books on Trafalgar, or the gorgeous edition of Churchill's seven-volume history of WWII. If necessary I will resort to my current gravity-based horizontal book storage system, aka stacks of shit on the floor, in order to make room for the Churchill, which I always ogled as a child without ever daring to touch the Really Fancy Books That Belong To Dad.

And surprisingly, I didn't get much at Second Story. George Sand's autobiography (in English), Vigny's "Chatterton" (in French), and two Aubrey-Maturin books. Last time I went they had a giant shelf of POB, and the ten or eleven books in the series I already have come from raiding Second Story's POB supply wholesale and getting a bulk discount, but this time they only had two that I didn't already own, and only five or six total. I asked at the desk what happened to their giant POB supply. "Oh," said the employee, "funny thing, we used to have a whole collection of them, but there were these two people who completely bought us out." I must have been one of them, haha.

Movers are coming tomorrow with the bookshelves. There will probably be room for everything. Probably. If I ignore the giant double stack of Great Illustrated Classics.