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Mo Lasses Blues
Sep. 12th, 2011 02:23 pmBooks are such a clumsy way of reading.
It's going on a month since a couple of different people tipped me off to an intriguing sounding new novel called Ready Player One.
The library, at first, had not heard of it. By Labor Day, however, it was showing up in the online catalog as ORDERED.
Then, toward the end of last week, RECEIVED. This was the magic status that enabled me to put a request out for one.
Since Saturday, all almost-30 copies of the book have moved from that backroom Purgatory to the Limbo-land of BEING TRANSFERRED BETWEEN LIBRARIES.
On the back of a 14-year-old pack mule, apparently.
Eventually, they will hit their shelves and, I suspect, all instantly morph into ON HOLD FOR SOMEONE. The only way I'll know whether I'm among the first round of SOMEONEs is if I get a call and/or email saying, yeah, do stop by and bring your quarter.
(For, yeah. I have 25 whole cents of skin in this game now. But if I never pick it up, they charge me 50 cents. I think I saw this in a Marx Brothers movie once.)
Let's see what NEWS the rest of today brings.
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Forgot to mention yesterday's attempted Good Deed of the Day™:
As we headed out to our car to take Emily to church with us, I saw a bunch of envelopes in the middle of the parking lot in front of her apartment. Unopened, banky-wanky looking envelopes addressed to Some Kid at a nearby (but not exactly that precise) address.
They were the kind of thing that an identity thief could have a field day with, opening accounts, stealing personal information and such, so I resolved to google the dude and mail them back to him, with a friendly if anonymous note about the importance of protecting personal information.
His name produced only one likely suspect in terms of age and location- a twitter feed to a guy. He works as a dispatcher for a home security company.
Oops.
It's going on a month since a couple of different people tipped me off to an intriguing sounding new novel called Ready Player One.
The library, at first, had not heard of it. By Labor Day, however, it was showing up in the online catalog as ORDERED.
Then, toward the end of last week, RECEIVED. This was the magic status that enabled me to put a request out for one.
Since Saturday, all almost-30 copies of the book have moved from that backroom Purgatory to the Limbo-land of BEING TRANSFERRED BETWEEN LIBRARIES.
On the back of a 14-year-old pack mule, apparently.
Eventually, they will hit their shelves and, I suspect, all instantly morph into ON HOLD FOR SOMEONE. The only way I'll know whether I'm among the first round of SOMEONEs is if I get a call and/or email saying, yeah, do stop by and bring your quarter.
(For, yeah. I have 25 whole cents of skin in this game now. But if I never pick it up, they charge me 50 cents. I think I saw this in a Marx Brothers movie once.)
Let's see what NEWS the rest of today brings.
----
Forgot to mention yesterday's attempted Good Deed of the Day™:
As we headed out to our car to take Emily to church with us, I saw a bunch of envelopes in the middle of the parking lot in front of her apartment. Unopened, banky-wanky looking envelopes addressed to Some Kid at a nearby (but not exactly that precise) address.
They were the kind of thing that an identity thief could have a field day with, opening accounts, stealing personal information and such, so I resolved to google the dude and mail them back to him, with a friendly if anonymous note about the importance of protecting personal information.
His name produced only one likely suspect in terms of age and location- a twitter feed to a guy. He works as a dispatcher for a home security company.
Oops.