I am tight in the cash department and I sit here and look around my house to find stuff to sell on Ebay or something. I am forever procrastinating my intended yard sale. I just basically need to get off my ass. As I look, I realize how much money I have spent on absolute CRAP, and how 95% of this crap has no monetary value. I mean, some things are (i) priceless (/I) to me, but most people wouldn't give to shits to my stuff.
I am an eclectic weirdo. I have sooooo....many books. Most of the stuff I read, unfortunately, not a lot of people will give it the time of day. It's funny how people will put a price on somethings. My Poppy Z. Brite books are some of my most prized posessions. Most of them are signed and some of them personally. It's not like I'm some freak that worships her or anything. I just can recognize talent in another human being and well, I just have to have a favorite.
Which send me spinning into another tizzy....
Poppy Z. Brite...is a wonderful person that takes the time out her busy-as-all-hell day to drop a fan a post card. (The Doc really does those things). I know that she has been to my website and I was personally embarassed to know that she probably went on the page that I made for her and saw what a lame-ass job I did. Matter of fact, this inspires an update. Keep ya posted.