Heh. I just shared on Facebook a link to an Amazon seller selling the Iron Coin of the Faceless Men from GoT, with the comment, "Whoa. I need one of these." My mom just responded, "Not sure what you need this for but one is coming your way." Valar morghulis.
(My mom is generally good about indulging me in stuff like this. This is pretty much the same way that I got a blue canary nightlight, which she still doesn't understand but seems happy that it makes me happy.)
I'm glad you're starting to feel better, Frankenbuddah.
Frankenbuddha, I'm very glad to hear that you are starting to release your stress.
Hil, that's a good mom.
Frank, good to hear you're doing better. Also that your stuff is okay. (What? I'd be worried about my stuff.)
What? I'd be worried about my stuff.
My worry about my stuff is that it would fill the place so much I'd be climbing over boxes to get around and it would be next to impossible to organize shelve. I sort of expanded the volume of my stuff in my head, thankfully, though there are still way, WAY too many books that are going to be hard to cull.
I'm culling my books right now AIFG but it's hard. I'm getting rid of two 6-foot-tall bookshelves and all the books on them have to go elsewhere, either different bookshelves or out of the house. Which means culling books from the rest of the bookshelves as well, to make room for the books I want to keep. I keep reminding myself, Amazon and Kindle are not going away. I have to be ruthless. I have several TJ's bags full already. The owner of the used bookstore is gonna be happy to get so much new inventory.
You've got some amazing inventory there, Zen. The used bookstore will be thrilled indeed.
I did a big book cull before we moved to Colorado and have tried to use the library rather than buying books. Somehow, now in our new apartment, I have space of my bookshelves. Like a couple of completely empty shelves...now quite sure how that happened. I looks so wrong.
I have stacks of books to offload, some from culling, some from the used bookstore exploding onto the sidewalk after a fire inspection, some from the library sale that seemed like a good idea at the time.
I had expected to do art with some. That does not seem to be happening, but there is a tiny library on the next block. I may donate some there.