Day 135: Happy Valentine’s Day!
Yes, it is mid-May. This is the book that I ordered the beginning of last November. It is an autographed, hardbound copy of Snow Crash. I don’t even remember what prompted me to look for a replacement of this book last November, but I did and along the way discovered that this version was being released in February. I turned to Mac and said something like “would you like to get me a book for Valentine’s Day?” Then I may have ordered it before waiting for a response. February came and went, and twice my order was canceled because of delays, but last week, I got a wonderful e-mail saying my order has been shipped.
This is replacing a falling apart mass market paperback that was a replacement for a mass market paperback that did fall apart. I also took a photo of the cover.
In household news: Mac Curt and my mother were outside on the porch when they heard the door shut. They turned around in time to see Ada lock the door. Pleas of “Unlock the door, Ada” and “Please let us in” were answered with a laugh and a “No!” They eventually bribed her into unlocking the door with some Honeycomb. My daughter can be bought with food. Surprise.
It was Curt and your mother that were locked out, not I. If Ada locked me out, James would beat her up.
Hahaha — she told me it was you and her that were locked out.
Too bad you were 19 copies too late.
No, the 26 lettered ones is a different book. It is handbound, has a custom tray case, and one extra piece of original artwork that mine doesn’t have. It retailed for $500. I didn’t even try to get one because if I had, Mac would have throttled me.
Mine is very nice though–better binding and heavier paper than most hardbounds, and a slipcase. Mine retails for $150, but I did manage to get it for almost half that.
*blink* *blink*
61 – 19 = 42 ? 26
Yeah, I didn’t even do the math until after I posted.
However, I will ask this question: Why would I need copy 42 for?
Why would you dip a chocolate soft-serve ice cream cone with chocolate sprinkles in chocolate dip? 42 makes everything better like chocolate. Except brussels sprouts, and tax as a percent of income.
I wouldn’t do that to a chocolate soft-serve ice cream cone.
If this were a Douglas Adams book, I might agree, but I’m not overly attached to the number 42. I’m trying to remember if the number has any significance in Snow Crash, but I don’t remember any.
42 is CRAP!
Preparations for 2019 have already commenced.