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Oh my teenage bookshelf, how I miss you
Jun. 20th, 2007 01:17 pm... damn. I was doing so well. I'd managed to isolate my childhood book nostalgia and keep it mostly to the SV realm of the universe. Until yesterday when I binged on old BSC snark. And now I'm wondering what in the blue hell happened to all my BSC books. See, while I love me some Sweet Valley, I was obsessive about my BSC books. I would catalog them and carefully set aside the doubles and the ones that were sentimental favorites each time my monthly book club fix would come in, trying to replace the books I already has [as well as dropping off a new one]. I'm fairly certain I had the first 90 or so odd books, not to mention most of the mysteries and supers and whatnot. Now? Now I can find my doubles of the Supers, and the sentimental falling apart duplicates, as well as most of the Supers that I suspect were on a different shelf than the rest of the books. That's it. WTF, man?
Which leaves us with a couple of options.
- One, they're actually in that box in my room I always think is filled with a bunch of books I suspect I only kept because I'm a big old dork and hate giving away books I might suddenly remember in the middle of the night and NEED to re-read so that my world will not end, but never really will re-read because, you know, they sucked then and will suck that much harder now.
- Two, they're under the eaves, somewhere. This splinters off into various possibilities, but the two main schools of thought would be they're either a) fine or b) squirrel bait.
- Three, they're in the garage. If so, again, the same two possibilities, but this time we lean heavily to water damage, as the last box I found with any books in it was apparently sitting under a leak. How that's even possible is beyond me, considering the garage is under the office [where I am now] and there isn't anything to leak. Whatever, yes?
- Four, when someone broke into the storage unit ages ago, they took more than we thought, and someone out there has a hefty collection of BSC books. Freaks.
- Five, they went to wherever my first Firefly MLP went. I think she was eaten by leprechauns or something, because one minute she was there, the next she wasn't. Leprechauns. Maybe fairies. I dunno. Point is, Firefly probably got bored and thus they stole her some books to tide her over. It could happen.
All this really means is I want my BSC books back. Luckily, I have a birthday coming up. So it could happen.
And in case you pondered, although really, why would you, I was all aboot the blond babysitters.
In other whinging news, the store was robbed Monday night/Tuesday morning. Yes, this means I wasn't there, thank Fuzzy. Still, it might cost me one of the managers I really like, and yeah, I wouldn't blame the night shift for striking until they either replace us OR do something. Currently their "something" is to close the store from 12-6, but keep us there working like happy little bees. [Oh, and pharmacy's drive thru is also open.] Christ on a cracker, what the hell is with these guys? Thing is, it's not like they don't eventually get caught. Maybe it's because we don't get told about it for another three robberies, so we can't put up signs that say, "In your FACE, bitches! You're going to jail!" complete with a parade.
Oh, Zach Braff, we love you and your BSC loving ways
Which leaves us with a couple of options.
- One, they're actually in that box in my room I always think is filled with a bunch of books I suspect I only kept because I'm a big old dork and hate giving away books I might suddenly remember in the middle of the night and NEED to re-read so that my world will not end, but never really will re-read because, you know, they sucked then and will suck that much harder now.
- Two, they're under the eaves, somewhere. This splinters off into various possibilities, but the two main schools of thought would be they're either a) fine or b) squirrel bait.
- Three, they're in the garage. If so, again, the same two possibilities, but this time we lean heavily to water damage, as the last box I found with any books in it was apparently sitting under a leak. How that's even possible is beyond me, considering the garage is under the office [where I am now] and there isn't anything to leak. Whatever, yes?
- Four, when someone broke into the storage unit ages ago, they took more than we thought, and someone out there has a hefty collection of BSC books. Freaks.
- Five, they went to wherever my first Firefly MLP went. I think she was eaten by leprechauns or something, because one minute she was there, the next she wasn't. Leprechauns. Maybe fairies. I dunno. Point is, Firefly probably got bored and thus they stole her some books to tide her over. It could happen.
All this really means is I want my BSC books back. Luckily, I have a birthday coming up. So it could happen.
And in case you pondered, although really, why would you, I was all aboot the blond babysitters.
In other whinging news, the store was robbed Monday night/Tuesday morning. Yes, this means I wasn't there, thank Fuzzy. Still, it might cost me one of the managers I really like, and yeah, I wouldn't blame the night shift for striking until they either replace us OR do something. Currently their "something" is to close the store from 12-6, but keep us there working like happy little bees. [Oh, and pharmacy's drive thru is also open.] Christ on a cracker, what the hell is with these guys? Thing is, it's not like they don't eventually get caught. Maybe it's because we don't get told about it for another three robberies, so we can't put up signs that say, "In your FACE, bitches! You're going to jail!" complete with a parade.
Oh, Zach Braff, we love you and your BSC loving ways