Fiction rough sort by first in initial of authors last name -- authors together, but space is at a premium, so no strict alphabetizing. non-Fiction is rough sort by the subject I think they are in the order I think they belong. There were to be no other items on the bookshelves but books -- that rule doesn't get followed. and the big shelf need cleaning , it is all higgly-piggly.
Music is not sorted . I couldn't decide how to do it -- it was supposed to be Matt's job. But it never really happened. I started doing it, but there is no where near enough room for it all. That may be part of my project when i take vacation at the end of the month
of course, there are piles every where. I wasn't counting those
My books tend not to form into piles, but rather spread out to cover every available surface.
When I organize, I organize by Teacher Books (texts, then Litrachur), Fantasy/SciFi, Romance, Bios, Cookbooks, and then random non fiction. Then alphabetize by author.
This happens about once every three years. Mostly I just stick 'em in empty spaces then remember where they are.
We have a somewhat confused order-by-subject system that The Girl invented. It separates out non-fiction and fiction. And then manages to fit almost everything ever written into 'feminism'.
Okay, as I think about it, I do try to keep all the titles by the same author together. But when they're different heights, it makes things difficult.
My books tend not to form into piles, but rather spread out to cover every available surface.
Hmm. My piles cover every available surface. I try to be more considerate now that I share a living space, but man, my apartment was hilarious. Bathroom counter? Comic books. Kitchen ledge? Library books. Endtables? Free-for-all battle of printed material. Insane, man.
OMG, comment made me laugh and laugh in line for the "Mockingjay Drinking Game" someone linked to:
(spoiler font just in case someone is mad spoileriffic about the series, I suppose? Only vague shippy refs, from the first two books)
Hello, ladies. Look at your Peeta – now back to me – now back at your Peeta – now back to me. Sadly, he isn’t me, but if he stopped painting fruity little cupcakes and switched to hunting and providing for his family, he could smell like he’s me (coal dust, spice, and everything nice). Look down. Back up, where are you? You’re in the woods with the man your man could hunt like. What’s in your hand? Back at me. I have it! It’s a silver parachute with that lamb and plum stew you love. Look again, the stew is now that sexy, smoldering look I keep giving you while you dick around with Peeta. Anything is possible when your man is a lithe, bangable hunter and not decorating pastries like a lady. I’m on a horse.
That drinking game is hi-larious!
Ha! I love the drinks named after the characters, particularly the Haymitch:
Our buddy Haymitch loves his flask like I love cake, but we thought that if we were to truly distill the spirit of Haymitch into one drink, it A) needed to be a shot and B) needed to be Serious Alcoholic Business. So, without further ado . . .
Ingredients:
1/2 oz Tennessee Whiskey
1/2 oz Bourbon
1/2 oz Scotch
1/2 oz Seagrams 7
In a cocktail shaker, combine the four liquors and ice and give a hearty shake. Strain into a chilled double-shot glass. Please try not to die.
Or you could sort by color: [link]
