When I worked at Waldenbooks, if we tried to take home a stripped book and read it, then toss it out at home, we'd be fired.

So far, I've never thrown out any of my stripped books or advance reader copies. However, if that time comes, I'll probably do what I do with the stripped mags I have and rip them apart first before disposing of them so you can't tell they were strips.You never know who's out there. I know our receiving manager has poked people away from the dumpster before.

I can't even remember if I've made it to "the Knights who say 'Nee'," since we bought the DVD.

I hear those words and return these words to you. My ex slept through Life of Brian the first two times we saw it. I married her and we were together for fifteen years, so the Python sleepage wasn't held against her, and Brian is pretty much what passes for religion in my life (don't get me started -- "people called Romanes, they go, the 'ouse", shit, too late). Nonetheless, Python is so pervasive in remotely fannish circles, it always shocks me when someone I know from fandom isn't prepared to quote chapter and verse at the slightest provocation. Python is ::grits teeth:: slipping further into the past, so sometimes younger people aren't quite so fanatical, but often they still are, or the ones who will talk to me anyway, which is probably a self-selecting sample there.

Waldenbooks had the same policy when I worked there.

At least we got the district manager to agree to them being sent to a recycling plant instead of directly to the dumpster.

Jeez, I've been reading these all the book-stripping posts and thinking, "Well at least they're recycled." Man, am I naive.

I am heading out for the post office now, and no doubt I shall be mumbling to myself about watery tarts and newts and banana-shaped Earths on the way there and back, which means even the bums will be giving me plenty of sidewalk space.

Hubby and I have held entire conversations about mundane matters entirely in Python quotes. Freaks out the people trying to figure out what we're saying.

Plus there's our personal code built from the fact that we're both punsters and familiar with words in lots of languages. ie: Burros=Thanks, because Danke Scheon (sp?) becomes Donkey Shins becomes Burro Knees becomes Burros.

(a friend of ours a few years ago started a dictionary, but then he moved away)

The phrase "watery tart" makes me think of an unfortunate baking incident.

I still love that scene. "Now you see the violence inherent in the system."

Jeez, I've been reading these all the book-stripping posts and thinking, "Well at least they're recycled." Man, am I naive.

"People say they're recycling. t pause But they're not."

My loveseat is here!!!!

I should go back to work, now. I should. But I want to clean my whole place from top to bottom and invite friends over to sit. I will make yummy snacks and say, "why don't you have a seat?"

Ruby is sleeping on it right now. We had a small argument about claws, and reached a consensus when I put her favorite blanket on a cushion.

This sort of arrangement has worked out well with the bed. She has her own pillow to shed all over.

Allyson, to kind of condition her to NOT scratch it, try putting double sided tape on it. Also, friends of ours have put cat scratchers on the fronts and sides of the arms and then just take them down whenever people come over and the cat hides anyway.