tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20267501.post114312568470957422..comments2023-10-26T04:53:47.765-04:00Comments on Mutterings of a Mad Bookseller: BooksloggingForrest Properhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15962708844204376272noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20267501.post-1143212715809285242006-03-24T10:05:00.000-05:002006-03-24T10:05:00.000-05:00phebes- you are right of course. Sometimes I forge...phebes- you are right of course. Sometimes I forget the<BR/><STRONG>Credo of the Internet Bookseller-</STRONG><BR/><BR/>When in danger,<BR/>when in doubt,<BR/>run in circles,<BR/>scream and shout!<BR/><BR/>Kiss your tush a fond goodbye.<BR/>Rant and scream into the sky!<BR/>And, before you turn to flee-<BR/>Blame it all on ABE!Forrest Properhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15962708844204376272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20267501.post-1143174990332488332006-03-23T23:36:00.000-05:002006-03-23T23:36:00.000-05:00Why must you insist on being sensible. Everybody k...Why must you insist on being sensible. Everybody knows you ain't a *real* booksnooker unless you run screaming in circles every time ABE lets a fluffer. And all this talk about the buyers' point of view. Sheesh. Everybody knows there are no real buyers. If there were actual customers to deal with, how could all the booksnookers have time to write to the lists? Doh.Phoebe Fayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10425002459681921692noreply@blogger.com