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So one of my media mail boxes, full of books, died on the way out to me. It was shipped in a plastic bin, with one side missing. A number of the books are undoubtedly gone--the box was jammed full, and now it isn't.

And I'm pretty okay with that. I don't know what I lost, and I won't until I miss it and go looking, which probably won't be until I get my own apartment again. (I do think most of my Anne Bishop has wandered off.) Oh, well. Amazon heals all wounds.

The WEIRD thing is that I've acquired a hitchhiker book.  Wedged in between Sandman and the True Game was..."The Marquise of O--" and other stories, by Heinrich von Kleist. Not a book I've ever owned, or thought about owning, or knew existed. I pulled it out and said "What the hell...?"

I see the scene now. The post office is jammed. Paper flutters down. Workers wheel dollies packed with media mail, careening through the aisles, and suddenly WHAM! Collision! Chaos! Apocalypse! Two boxes are down, bleeding books across the concrete. Oh, no! What goes where? No time to worry! This is the post office, damnit! The show much go on, the mail must go through. What's left of it, anyhow. Books are hastily shovelled into bins, slapped with labels, sent on their way.  A few forlorn volumes are kicked under bins, to lie lonely until somebody fishes one out and reads it on their lunchbreak.

And somewhere, a student of German Enlightenment literature is picking through his box of Goethe, muttering about the low standards of the postal service--if there is a god with an aesthetic sense running the universe, he is hopefully wearing black and smoking a clove cigarette--and he reaches a hand into the box, up to the elbow, like a vet inside a cow's rear end, and fishes out a dog-eared copy of Daughter of the Blood.

"What the hell....?"


:) It's the same way children are sometimes switched at birth...

They drop boxes full of them and then shove them wherever just to get them back to the parents?

O_O

Given the sheer perversity of the Internet, I would not be that surprised if that other package turns out to belong to someone on your flist...

Then he writes a paper on dark fantasy fluff erotica viewed through the lens of Deleuze and Guattari's philosophy.
Hmm, fairly long source material. Make that a treatise.

Ursula! *flails* You have a Daily Deviation over on DeviantArt.com! In case you didn't already see.

Oh...wow. An oldy, too! Trippy!

The post office is evil. Remember this always.

This happened to my S.O. when we moved in together. He had shipped his books to our new apartment and 90% of them were missing when he got here! What was really weird is the box had been restuffed with books that wasn't his. He lost some of his out-of-print CDs, too.

It was quite annoying. When I opened the box for him, the first thing I saw was a book about child rearing and a book about the pregnant woman. I lifted these out and said, "Please tell me these aren't yours."

He got pretty flustered and then really pissed when he saw his Lensmen books were gone and in their place was the child rearing and pregnancy books.

Heinrich von Kleist is not that bad... It's got the most contemplated "Bindestrich"/dash in literary history. Did she know what happened or not?

And with any luck, he'll read it and discover he likes it, albeit somewhat guiltily.

not the Anne Bishop books! I would be lost without them :/

Oh, The Marquise of O-- is FABULOUS, I hope you enjoy it.

That said, I'm glad you're taking it well, I'd be shrieking at everyone in my PO and the adjoining 3. O_o

*giggling* Oh dear. Now I have an urge to read Terry Brooks' book, Going Postal.

... Wouldn't that be Terry Pratchett?

... Hee. X) You definitely sound like you're feeling better.

When I shipped three boxes of books back from Japan... Each one of them came back to me opened and repacked. Only 2/3rd of the contents actually belonged to me. And one of my most cherished and highly irreplacable books, the book of 'How to Make Kimono'? Gone. $100 book, plus the cost of shipping from Japan. I can't afford that again anytime soon!

Instead I got some stuff in Chinese, some German guy's physic text books, a package of letters and stationary from a French kid, and a Japanese book... on how to get up to a size C by eating the correct breast-enlargement diet.

I still look at that book occasionally and wonder 'do you think it'll work on getting me DOWN to a size C...?'

Also: if anyone on here lost a giant cookbook given to them as a wedding present: I have it! Please return my kimono book to me! WE'LL TRADE!

"And somewhere, a student of German Enlightenment literature is picking through his box of Goethe, muttering about the low standards of the postal service--if there is a god with an aesthetic sense running the universe, he is hopefully wearing black and smoking a clove cigarette--and he reaches a hand into the box, up to the elbow, like a vet inside a cow's rear end, and fishes out a dog-eared copy of Daughter of the Blood.

"What the hell....?"

*dies laughing*