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This whole monstruousity was originally conveived February through March 2001 by the members of The Big Note - a Frank Zappa YahooGroup. After an arduous gestation period, this site was birthed on April 11 2001. True to the essence of collaborative effort, these people are held responsible.

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Many bookdealers may be shy about making special requests regarding the specific packaging methods and/or materials used in the packing of the items they've ordered. I've found that most shippers are more than happy to oblige a customer in any reasonable request.
For instance, when I order large quantities of Styrofoam "popcorn" from any of the various packing supply outlets, I always request that they line the box in which the popcorn is shipped with fine/fine first editions.
Thus far, not one of these companies has honored my request, but at least I'm not shy about asking.
Glands of Destiny: We kid, because we love...


Obviously the number of books you can fit in it will depend on the size of the books, but here's a bit of advice:
Remember you'll ALWAYS be able to fit in more books if no one is in the car.
Just load it up and push it home. That way you'll maximize the return on your investment, and save money on diesel besides!
The Norwegians are famous for their quality craftsmanship!
Good luck!
David Humphries
Glands O'Destiny: Ireland's Favorite Internet Book Shoppe


Shawn asked: Do people ever find money or valuable objects (historical or otherwise) in the books they buy?
Shawn, the most valuable thing I've found inside a book (besides the words, of course) was a polaroid photo of the previous owner's face. The photo was taken at a party, and the young gentleman was apparently enjoying himself immensely. His mouth was stuffed with ping pong balls. I'd guess he had at least 20 ping pong balls in there. Does anyone know what the record is? This photo is now one of my most cherished posessions.
Glands of Destiny: A Diplomatic Source For Reading Material on the Net


It's kind of slow at the Group tonight, so I thought I'd pass along a joke I just heard from a friend. It's in the form of a script. You can tell it with voices (or however you like).
(Telephone rings.)
Mother: Hello?
Son: Ma? It's me. Guess what?
Mother: What? What happened?
Son: What you always said was going to happen. I met a girl.
Mother: Psshhh, you met a girl. So?
Son: Ma, I met a girl. You know. A girl I'm, you know, interested in.
Mother: Interested..? Interested how?
Son: Interested. Like maybe I'm not really gay.
Mother: (flabbergasted) Don't torture me, I'm too old.
Son: I'm not kidding, Mom. She's wonderful. I've never met anyone like her. I'm giving up men. I have no interest in anyone but her. Ma - we're getting married. We want to start a family right away.
Mother: (through tears) I can't believe what I'm hearing... My goodness, listen to me...I'm all choked up. I'm the happiest woman in the world.
Son: That's what I wanted to hear, Ma.
Mother: There's only one thing that could make me happier...
Son: What?
Mother: No. Never mind. I'm not going to say it. I'm the happiest woman in the world. Son: Say it.
Mother: Well... If she was Jewish, too...
Son: Ma, she's Jewish.
Mother: (more tears) Oh, my God... So this woman, this miracle worker, does she have a name?
Son: Monica Lewinsky.
Mother: So what happened to what's his name, that nice Catholic boy?
Glands of Destiny


For the past couple of weeks, I have been religiously visiting the hunger site and clicking the button that helps feed a starving child, as have a number of you. I couldn't help but wonder: if millions of people did this everyday, wouldn't we eventually be depriving the sponsors' kids of food, as well? Perhaps someone should set up a hunger site for them, too?
I'm probably fretting needlessly, but I fret because I care, and I have WAY WAY WAY too much time on my hands.
Glands of Destiny: Glands Across the World...


Since it's fairly quiet here tonight, I'd like to ask everyone whether or not they think it's fair that they pay the same rates to fly as fat people. Our air mail packages and parcels are charged by weight. Why shouldn't passenger cargo?
Glands of Destiny: I'll take your answers off-list...

Frank Zappa

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