Brandeis book sale!

Today was the first half price day at the Brandeis book sale in Shawnee Mission, KS. I went and blew another $25 on books. (Yeah, another. I went there for the first time on Saturday, which was the first day that I didn't need to wear a gauze mustache taped to my face to staunch the bleeding, although I did bleed in a more restrained manner on several tissues during my perusal of the books and then I got a headache and needed to go home and lie down some more.)

The Brandeis University Libraries do these great used book sales all over the U.S., although tragically I cannot seem to find any kind of complete listing of locations for you, so you will have to figure out for yourself if there is one near you. Ours is in this incredibly run-down old mall--every year there are fewer stores, and there were just a handful to begin with, so I keep expecting to walk in some day and find a bunch of empty storefronts and the Christian Science Reading Room. They have tables and tables and tables of books, which are basically organized according to genre, except genre is sort of vague to begin with, and then you have things like Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret in the religion section, and all the books people have discarded on random tables, and so you have to obsessively comb every single table for precious finds.

... Or maybe that's just me.

Anyway, half-price days are glorious, but they are nothing as compared to Box Day. Buy a box for $5, run around filling it with books. You don't even need a good reason. You can get books because they have pretty pictures, or because the author's name is kind of cool, or because they are made out of paper.

Box Day is Saturday. Pray for my soul. Or at least my bookshelves. Or something.

Brandeis book sale!

Today was the first half price day at the Brandeis book sale in Shawnee Mission, KS. I went and blew another $25 on books. (Yeah, another. I went there for the first time on Saturday, which was the first day that I didn't need to wear a gauze mustache taped to my face to staunch the bleeding, although I did bleed in a more restrained manner on several tissues during my perusal of the books and then I got a headache and needed to go home and lie down some more.)

The Brandeis University Libraries do these great used book sales all over the U.S., although tragically I cannot seem to find any kind of complete listing of locations for you, so you will have to figure out for yourself if there is one near you. Ours is in this incredibly run-down old mall--every year there are fewer stores, and there were just a handful to begin with, so I keep expecting to walk in some day and find a bunch of empty storefronts and the Christian Science Reading Room. They have tables and tables and tables of books, which are basically organized according to genre, except genre is sort of vague to begin with, and then you have things like Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret in the religion section, and all the books people have discarded on random tables, and so you have to obsessively comb every single table for precious finds.

... Or maybe that's just me.

Anyway, half-price days are glorious, but they are nothing as compared to Box Day. Buy a box for $5, run around filling it with books. You don't even need a good reason. You can get books because they have pretty pictures, or because the author's name is kind of cool, or because they are made out of paper.

Box Day is Saturday. Pray for my soul. Or at least my bookshelves. Or something.

I think my subconscious needs a beta or something

Last night, I had this Snarry dream. The premise of which was that, like, Snape was going to wash his hair, get it trimmed, acquire a Muggle suit, and then come and live with Harry and the Dursleys for the summer, which evidently seemed to my subconscious to be a logical progression of events at the time. I think Snape was going to make up for being lame and impotent all during OotP by protecting Harry and actually teaching him some damn Occlumency, but I didn't get that far.

The peculiar bit was that I composed the entire first chapter of this Snarry fic in the dream, and then vividly imagined all the scenes in the story afterwards as I revised it. It was a very textual dream.

handynavi wanted to go to the Brandeis book sale, so I went along with him and this time managed to restrain myself and only purchased three books--About the B'Nai Bagels by E.L. Konigsburg, A Man Lay Dead by Ngaio Marsh, and The Diving Bell and the Butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby. I only mention this because I wanted to bring up the fact that The Diving Bell and the Butterfly is being made into a movie. Starring Johnny fucking Depp. OMG. WTF. And all those other initials.

I think my subconscious needs a beta or something

Last night, I had this Snarry dream. The premise of which was that, like, Snape was going to wash his hair, get it trimmed, acquire a Muggle suit, and then come and live with Harry and the Dursleys for the summer, which evidently seemed to my subconscious to be a logical progression of events at the time. I think Snape was going to make up for being lame and impotent all during OotP by protecting Harry and actually teaching him some damn Occlumency, but I didn't get that far.

The peculiar bit was that I composed the entire first chapter of this Snarry fic in the dream, and then vividly imagined all the scenes in the story afterwards as I revised it. It was a very textual dream.

handynavi wanted to go to the Brandeis book sale, so I went along with him and this time managed to restrain myself and only purchased three books--About the B'Nai Bagels by E.L. Konigsburg, A Man Lay Dead by Ngaio Marsh, and The Diving Bell and the Butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby. I only mention this because I wanted to bring up the fact that The Diving Bell and the Butterfly is being made into a movie. Starring Johnny fucking Depp. OMG. WTF. And all those other initials.