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A look at ebay shows deflatingly that 1st Amer. Ed. Harry Potters are being sold for $100 and under. (They also show some Nancy Drews for seriously under value.)
While bearing my parent's dictum about collectables in mind ("Only buy them if you like them for themselves. Because the worth is not what's put on paper, it's what someone will put in your hand.") I'm still going to talk to book dealers - the people who would really know if there's someone out there willing to pay up to 5 figures for it. At this point, I have nothing to lose. If I can't get rich off it, I keep it, hooray. If I can get rich off it, I sell it - HOORAY!
I can't lose. I like bets like that.
In other news, I feel oddly rudderless. I still have a few odds and ends to do before Shore Leave (like, say, pack) but other than that, I'm done. The awards are done. The carbonless forms are done. The database at long last is done, tested, *and* burned onto a CD. I'll only have to enter 10 fields of information (4 of which are rarely used), and it turns out that I do have the ability to both edit the data and to sort it. (This is a surprise because I bailed on learning Microsoft Access or relearning Filemaker Pro and am instead perverting the uses of Word's mail merge feature.) This means that I can enter the data all day long as it arrives, sparing myself a blort of typing all at once - I can enter and sort by entry number well after initial data entry.
I'm... done. Aside from the point of actually doing, but y'know what I mean. The prep is over. The con itself is nigh.
I don't really know what to do with myself now!
Aside from read. Current book: Wee Free Men, because Terry Pratchett is inevitably good for what ails ya.
While bearing my parent's dictum about collectables in mind ("Only buy them if you like them for themselves. Because the worth is not what's put on paper, it's what someone will put in your hand.") I'm still going to talk to book dealers - the people who would really know if there's someone out there willing to pay up to 5 figures for it. At this point, I have nothing to lose. If I can't get rich off it, I keep it, hooray. If I can get rich off it, I sell it - HOORAY!
I can't lose. I like bets like that.
In other news, I feel oddly rudderless. I still have a few odds and ends to do before Shore Leave (like, say, pack) but other than that, I'm done. The awards are done. The carbonless forms are done. The database at long last is done, tested, *and* burned onto a CD. I'll only have to enter 10 fields of information (4 of which are rarely used), and it turns out that I do have the ability to both edit the data and to sort it. (This is a surprise because I bailed on learning Microsoft Access or relearning Filemaker Pro and am instead perverting the uses of Word's mail merge feature.) This means that I can enter the data all day long as it arrives, sparing myself a blort of typing all at once - I can enter and sort by entry number well after initial data entry.
I'm... done. Aside from the point of actually doing, but y'know what I mean. The prep is over. The con itself is nigh.
I don't really know what to do with myself now!
Aside from read. Current book: Wee Free Men, because Terry Pratchett is inevitably good for what ails ya.
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Date: 2004-07-06 07:10 pm (UTC)