According to my insurance, I have 567 hardback books of average quality, 341 assorted autographed and or first editions, and 13,985 paperback books that they'll have to shell out replacement value for, if anything ever happens to them.

Of course, that was surveyed nearly a year ago, so it may be slightly out of date.

Other than that, we have 1,359 technical manuals, for my SO's job, or for mine.

The rest of the house is an adrenaline junkie's wet dream. I have two parachutes, scuba gear, spelunking and rock climbing gear, hunting gear and we have hiking, camping and mountain biking gear. The skiing gear is mostly an afterthought.

Oh, and I have enough tools to do all the repairs on my Harley and most of them on my truck.

So, a library/sports shop/garage?

PS. I apparently need more books.
 
I really wish I was joking with that number, but there really were legitimately over 250,000 duplicate cookbooks. This wasn't even 10% of my mom's "collection."
Yes, you are obvious need of a lizard robo-librarian/archivist, with some really big and flexible input hoppers, to digitise all these. :)

How did the thread turn into a private library flex thread?

I'm not complaining, just curious.
Lizards.

Obviously they are hiding in people's personal libraries. We need to track them down and... No, I'm not sure what you do next. Be smirked at?
 
Snickering a little to myself as I lay in my bed, reading about people living in low-grade libraries on my tablet. Then my eyes looks past my reading and, lo and behold, at the foot end of my bed, there's a bookshelf. And in the living room beyond there are another three.
A small shelf of kook books in the kitchen.
The bathroom has an assortment of reading for when one occupies the Throne. Two upstairs rooms? Several bookcases each.
That only leaves the garage... which has one whole wall of shelving, containing several boxes of old paperbacks.
F***, I live in a low-grade library.
 
I really wish I was joking with that number, but there really were legitimately over 250,000 duplicate cookbooks. This wasn't even 10% of my mom's "collection."
... She has over 2.5 million unique cookbooks at last count? JFC, please say that you're digitally archiving those somewhere, it would be the ultimate recipe source. Also, she's probably gotten more duplicates since, may want to do another check.
 
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... She has over 2.5 million unique cookbooks at last count? JFC, please say that you're digitally archiving those somewhere, it would be the ultimate recipe source. Also, she's probably gotten more duplicates since, may want to do another check.
The last time we were going through her storage units (she has 3, all full up to the ceiling to the point you can't actually walk into them), I found an entire box full of nothing but around 50 copies of a single cookbook.

This cookbook? A high school fundraising book (where a bunch of students submit some "family" recipes, usually grabbed off of the label of some product... I've literally seen the Philadelphia cream cheese cheesecake recipe printed in every package in one of those, word-for-word, and then they sell the 'cookbook' for a few dollars to pay for some fieldtrip). From Mississippi. We live in New York State. She's never even *been* to Mississippi. I have no clue how she even came across those books... But she has something like 50 copies of it. And given they were all boxed together... She bought them all at the same time.

And no, I'm not archiving them. I've repeatedly told my mom that when she dies I'm having a giant bonfire with them. I'm dead serious.

She goes on about how some of them are true collectors pieces (not that they've been stored as such, lol), and are worth some real money... She doesn't want to comprehend that it would cost more to have an appraiser go through them all to find any of them worth any money than I could possibly make actually selling those ones. And 90% of the ones that were worth any money, aren't any more thanks to how haphazard everything's been stored.

I may donate them all to some kind of archival/digitation/preservation project, on the condition that they cover the expense of hauling them away... and provide the labor, god knows I can't move all that crap.
 
She goes on about how some of them are true collectors pieces (not that they've been stored as such, lol), and are worth some real money... She doesn't want to comprehend that it would cost more to have an appraiser go through them all to find any of them worth any money than I could possibly make actually selling those ones. And 90% of the ones that were worth any money, aren't any more thanks to how haphazard everything's been stored.

I'm not a collector and that's almost physically painful.

In all seriousness though, I wouldn't be entirely surprised if it turns out she's the equivalent of the morons that collected comic books in the hope of them being valuable one day, only for it to predictably mean that there were enough in good condition around that they never did become valuable. That is to say I doubt they would have actually been worth much anyway. Even so...
 
I have no idea why but this pic makes me think something strange is going to happen soon from the point of view of who ever is seeing them make those expressions.

It's nice to see her growing out of being such a bean-pole. That concerned her greatly at one point. She must be quite pleased at this development.
...also...something strange is ALWAYS going to happen. There are Lizzardz involved!
 
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I'm not a collector and that's almost physically painful.

In all seriousness though, I wouldn't be entirely surprised if it turns out she's the equivalent of the morons that collected comic books in the hope of them being valuable one day, only for it to predictably mean that there were enough in good condition around that they never did become valuable. That is to say I doubt they would have actually been worth much anyway. Even so...
You don't want to get my mom started on comic books. When she was a kid, she collected all the first few issues of every DC comic that came out, actually kept them in preservers and everything.

While she was away in college, my grandmother had my aunt throw them all out.

For reference, some of these comic books are individually worth millions now. Some are worth hundreds of thousands even in bad condition.

It's something like 50 years later, and my mom still won't stop bitching about it.
 
I could say my Grandfather was certainly up there in the book department before he died and most of it was sold off... Two bedrooms fully horizontally storaged plus additional shelving in the living room... And the multiple decades of comic books back orders from when he ran a comics shop before retiring. I'm sure the neighbor kids enjoyed those as they were basically handed out to just not deal with them.

I certainly had benefit of the above when growing up and my father's collection growing up. I remember before joining the military being able to enjoy them in the reclining chair stationed just so next to the shelves. I am a bit dissapointed that the younger generation of my family don't seem to enjoy reading nearly as much. I have since had to, mostly, switch to e-books (Baen books while Jim Baen alive was definitely my favorite for price vs value...) for the space and for the last several years been reading fanfics only...

I think one of my greatest dissapointments was not being able to afford or be able to move the $100/display shelf when Borders was having its going out of business sale.

Edit: @edale Oof. As noted above, I feel some of that pain.
 
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Same here. My family have been readers as long as I can remember - we even have a used bookstore (we had two at one point, before we sold one off). My mother had a whole room in her house for a library. She passed away a few months ago, and I'm dreading having to sort through the books and decide what to do with them all.
 
A small shelf of kook books in the kitchen.
I'd expect to find cookbooks in the kitchen.

As for kook books, there are enough kooks out there who have written books that I imagine you could have a fine collection of bulldada (defined by the Reverend Ivan Stang of the Church of the Subgenius as "That which is great because it does not know how bad it is.").

I found an entire box full of nothing but around 50 copies of a single cookbook.

This cookbook? A high school fundraising book (where a bunch of students submit some "family" recipes, usually grabbed off of the label of some product... I've literally seen the Philadelphia cream cheese cheesecake recipe printed in every package in one of those, word-for-word, and then they sell the 'cookbook' for a few dollars to pay for some fieldtrip [sic]). From Mississippi. We live in New York State. She's never even *been* to Mississippi. I have no clue how she even came across those books... But she has something like 50 copies of it. And given they were all boxed together... She bought them all at the same time.
And I thought my mom having 3 copies of the same cookbook from my dad's elementary school was bad. At least she had the excuse of inheriting them. Given when my dad went to school, they probably contained actual family recipes.
 
And I thought my mom having 3 copies of the same cookbook from my dad's elementary school was bad. At least she had the excuse of inheriting them. Given when my dad went to school, they probably contained actual family recipes.
I was reading some old cook books the family had hung on to. They included WW2 recipes, for how to cook using your UK ration book, and still get tasty meals...

You might wonder how good certain lizards might be at getting good meals out of limited materials... Without undue degrees of cheating (*cough* onions *cough*), of course!
 
I disagree, if only because it would need to be a recognizable authority issuing the restraining order to be meaningful. That doesn't count the legal shenanigans necessary to determine if it was enforceable.

Edit: Thank you for sharing the artwork.
 
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I'd be wondering what court issued the restraining order, and if there's enough qualified therapists and space in the mental ward for everyone that was in the court house that day.
 
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