What my plan was when I created the ZOT

(and how I ended up) ^ | June 28, 2010 | Lord Dagon

[DagonofAlbion]

I deposit the Risk into the account of a dummy finance company for management, called the republican party.

Then, I deposit the damage into the account of a dummy corporation for control, called the democratic party.

I leave all the bible belt religions as spoilers, or third parties; putting them down as department store chains. To stave off the profit into the mints money burning facility, to insure that the money is worthless in terms of pragmatic value, and is only practical believed values.

And the Black market is pimped as bad but, even losing even your kindeys in a hotel bathtub on a drunk, is a value laundering scheme...

Thank you all for your input and participation!!!

[NicknamedBob]

"I used to read Spider Robinson’s stuff."

I had the distinct privilege of briefly meeting him and his late wife Jeanne back in '06 at the D.C. Book Fair.

He autographed a first print copy of "Antinomy" for me, acknowledging then that it was rare.

I had purchased it new in October of 1980, when it came out.

[Dead Corpse]

There's a ghost in my spirits.

Makes the scotch smoother...

[Tax-chick]

I had “Antinomy.” Paperback. In the early 80s, when I was still in high school.

[NicknamedBob]

"What's the dinars to bolivares exchange rate at the bar, anyway?"

Depends on the metal content. With time travelers, the purity is usually pretty reliable.

[NicknamedBob]

"I had “Antinomy.” Paperback. In the early 80s, when I was still in high school."

It's supposedly available on Amazon, for an outrageous price.

Antinomy

"This is the only book to be remaindered before it got on the shelves. The story is in Melancholy Elephants, which is this book with some extra stories, so if you can't fnd this one. grab Elephants. A truly mind altering experience from word one."

[Tax-chick]

Better pay the bartenders extra, if they’re doing assaying on the side.

I need to make coffee and go to bed. The Male Family Members seem to have assumed I would do it, which I will because you should do unto others as you would like them to do if they had any sense of consideration for others.

Bill’s going to his first real rock concert on Wednesday. One of his friends in Boy Scouts offerred to drive him (with a couple of others) if we’d give him permission and a ticket.

[Tax-chick]

I sold everything for 1/10 of cover price when my parents moved to DC and said they weren’t taking the books I’d left in the attic. 1987, I think.

[NicknamedBob]

If you ever want to wallow in your misery over that, I have the books.

[NicknamedBob]

"Better pay the bartenders extra, if they’re doing assaying on the side."

Why would we have to pay bartenders?

"Bill’s going to his first real rock concert on Wednesday."

*Sigh* I suppose it's time the lad get out and find out how the unreal world works.

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

I used to have a number of books that are now no longer in print. I am trying to rebuild my collection but I am hampered by finances and my own cheapskate nature.

However I have found estate sales to be a wonderful source of cheap and old books.

I found a nice first edition of "Air Service Boys Over the Atlantic" for a dollar. I love things like that!

[NicknamedBob]

I suppose there may come a time when the equivalent of the Kindle will be able to put what feels like a real book in your hands, complete with the texture, the smell, and some of the antique flavoring due to tiny imperfections in the printing process.

Hopefully at that time a resurgence in nostalgia for such will have repositories constructed that will be truly for the ages.

It's a thing to wish for, anyway.

I do love books.

... this is why you’re living,
Here in the folded lands,
The flat landscape that opens up,
Uncovered by your hands.

Transferring wisdom through those funnels,
You call eyes into your head,
To give you memories of past lives,
As gifts of what you’ve read.

For now the thousand lives I’ve led,
Inure me to some pain,
Those joyous friends I will not see,
Unless I read again,

Yet still they wait, on dusty shelves,
For other eyes than mine,
Like goblets for the next to taste,
Their own first sips of wine.

(Excerpt from "As Long As I Live")
NicknamedBob . . . . . June 26, 2008

[Tax-chick]

Good morning, Bob. Final day of August. I need to take a shower.

[Tax-chick]

[NicknamedBob]

"Final day of August. I need to take a shower."

"The unexpected juxtaposition of an incongruity."

[sionnsar]

[Monkey Face]

What??? It’s time to move? Why didn’t someone tell me? I’m not even packed yet!

[Tax-chick]

I’m cleaning house. Maybe we’ll find the Topic before the move ...

[Monkey Face]

Since my brain is in Boulder City with the truck, I’m not much good, anyway.

Maybe someone else can find the Topic, my chocolate chip cookies and help me finish packing.

*blech*

[Tax-chick]

Shower curtains, too.

My family are pigs.

[Monkey Face]

My stomach is in knots again. I’m just not having a good day.