Care Bear Zombie Apocalypse.... I call dibs on the chainsaw.
'Nuff Said
Master Aspie Dave
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Level 4 Pun Alert
What do you get from reading too many Agatha Christie mysteries?
Marple tunnel syndrome....
Keepin' it real
Master Aspie Dave
Marple tunnel syndrome....
Keepin' it real
Master Aspie Dave
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
After all these years...
It finally appears to be the start of...
The Al Franken Decade.
Aspie On
Master Aspie Dave
The Al Franken Decade.
Aspie On
Master Aspie Dave
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Torture Wheel of Fortune...
Just think, and actual Torture Wheel of Fortune game...
Gives a new meaning to "and eye for an 'I'" doesn't it?
Keepin' it real
Master Aspie Dave
Gives a new meaning to "and eye for an 'I'" doesn't it?
Keepin' it real
Master Aspie Dave
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
The Mothership Has Landed
(Written to the timeless tunage of Led Zeppelin)
Okay, back in the dark old days of bookstoredom, employees got, on rare occasions pre-publication copies of new hardcover books, called promo’s. The idea was to get the book into the hands of those selling it so they could talk it up and would be more likely to push sales.
Nice idea.
Problem was, most promo’s were few and far between and usually got snagged by the manager, assistant manager, etc. on down the line. For the rest of the rabble, there was something called “strips”.
Stop it. Not THOSE kind of strips.
Okay, well yeah SOMETIMES it was those kind of strips.
Boy howdy. Good times… good times…
At that time, when a paperback was sent to the stores, there was a record kept, and when management at a national level decided the most likely sales period had passed, they subtracted the number the store reported sold, from the number sent and told the store to send back most of the rest. However, bookstores didn’t pay the shipping, the book companies did, and they didn’t want to pay shipping on the unsold books, nor did they have storage space for such things. Instead, the system was for the store to “strip” the front cover from the book, and just send the covers back for credit, with the rest of the book being tossed into the garbage. Except the employees were allowed, even encouraged, to take a strip copy and read it. It allowed bookstore employees, who are mostly minimum wage or slightly over, to feed an addiction that was probably the main reason they worked there in the first place, and to read books they couldn’t have afforded to buy. Books that they would then (hopefully) talk up to the customers and push for sales.
Here’s a shocker.
It worked.
In spades.
Hell, right now I probably have over 4,000 paperbacks in my basement without covers packed away in boxes. Along with about 8-9,000 with their covers.
Hell, I didn’t ALWAYS work in a bookstore, once I got a real job I could afford to buy ‘em. And my wife was almost as much of a book collector as I am. Some of our collection were repeats, such as ALL the Heinlein books, duh. On the other hand she had a lot more fantasy than I did, and I had more hard sci-fi, so the two meshed pretty well.
You can imagine my disappointment when she got a job in a bookstore here in Northern Michigan after we moved, and we discovered the practice of letting employees take stripped books had stopped. However the store she works at sells music as well, and there ARE a lot of CD promo’s up for grabs, particularly the ones played in store as background music or on the “sample” headsets located around the store. We’ve expanded our music collection enormously, enough so I’ve almost filled half my iPod, and I have one of the new classic model ones.
So tonight, after another relatively sucktastic day of contemplating evicting widows and orphans, or the idiocy of some bloviating blidiots in the media and in government, who can’t seem to understand if people don’t have any income, lowering their freakin’ INTEREST RATE ISN’T GOING TO DO DICK… or that when someone’s income is a “negative $2,000 a month” and their mortgage payment is $600, then lowering the payment isn’t going to get them out of the hole… wtf do they want us to do? Pay someone $1,400 a month to live in a house? Nice… nobody’s offering to do that for me…
But I digress…
Tonight I walk in and there are some fresh promo’s to look over, one of which was a goldmine.
“Mothership” by Led Zeppelin.
We be groovin’.
Word.
Rhythmically Yours
Master Aspie Dave
Okay, back in the dark old days of bookstoredom, employees got, on rare occasions pre-publication copies of new hardcover books, called promo’s. The idea was to get the book into the hands of those selling it so they could talk it up and would be more likely to push sales.
Nice idea.
Problem was, most promo’s were few and far between and usually got snagged by the manager, assistant manager, etc. on down the line. For the rest of the rabble, there was something called “strips”.
Stop it. Not THOSE kind of strips.
Okay, well yeah SOMETIMES it was those kind of strips.
Boy howdy. Good times… good times…
At that time, when a paperback was sent to the stores, there was a record kept, and when management at a national level decided the most likely sales period had passed, they subtracted the number the store reported sold, from the number sent and told the store to send back most of the rest. However, bookstores didn’t pay the shipping, the book companies did, and they didn’t want to pay shipping on the unsold books, nor did they have storage space for such things. Instead, the system was for the store to “strip” the front cover from the book, and just send the covers back for credit, with the rest of the book being tossed into the garbage. Except the employees were allowed, even encouraged, to take a strip copy and read it. It allowed bookstore employees, who are mostly minimum wage or slightly over, to feed an addiction that was probably the main reason they worked there in the first place, and to read books they couldn’t have afforded to buy. Books that they would then (hopefully) talk up to the customers and push for sales.
Here’s a shocker.
It worked.
In spades.
Hell, right now I probably have over 4,000 paperbacks in my basement without covers packed away in boxes. Along with about 8-9,000 with their covers.
Hell, I didn’t ALWAYS work in a bookstore, once I got a real job I could afford to buy ‘em. And my wife was almost as much of a book collector as I am. Some of our collection were repeats, such as ALL the Heinlein books, duh. On the other hand she had a lot more fantasy than I did, and I had more hard sci-fi, so the two meshed pretty well.
You can imagine my disappointment when she got a job in a bookstore here in Northern Michigan after we moved, and we discovered the practice of letting employees take stripped books had stopped. However the store she works at sells music as well, and there ARE a lot of CD promo’s up for grabs, particularly the ones played in store as background music or on the “sample” headsets located around the store. We’ve expanded our music collection enormously, enough so I’ve almost filled half my iPod, and I have one of the new classic model ones.
So tonight, after another relatively sucktastic day of contemplating evicting widows and orphans, or the idiocy of some bloviating blidiots in the media and in government, who can’t seem to understand if people don’t have any income, lowering their freakin’ INTEREST RATE ISN’T GOING TO DO DICK… or that when someone’s income is a “negative $2,000 a month” and their mortgage payment is $600, then lowering the payment isn’t going to get them out of the hole… wtf do they want us to do? Pay someone $1,400 a month to live in a house? Nice… nobody’s offering to do that for me…
But I digress…
Tonight I walk in and there are some fresh promo’s to look over, one of which was a goldmine.
“Mothership” by Led Zeppelin.
We be groovin’.
Word.
Rhythmically Yours
Master Aspie Dave
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Wizdum From The Master
If brevity is the soul of wit…
Then sarcasm is the soul of honesty.
Keepin’ it real
Master Aspie Dave
Then sarcasm is the soul of honesty.
Keepin’ it real
Master Aspie Dave
Saturday, February 7, 2009
(Anti)Social
So, if you get a virus or a trojan from Facebook, or Myspace, or LinkedIn or any of the others of their ilk… is that a Social Site Disease?
Do computer doctor’s have to report you? Is it a public health issue?
Why don't we have public service announcements about this stuff?
Why isn’t the Enquirer asking these kinds of questions?
Enquiringly Yours
Master Aspie Dave
Do computer doctor’s have to report you? Is it a public health issue?
Why don't we have public service announcements about this stuff?
Why isn’t the Enquirer asking these kinds of questions?
Enquiringly Yours
Master Aspie Dave
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