I know who'd be the power bottom. Kanye is soft like girl butts. My family had a bad habit of inscribing their names or address labels into their books. Brothers poach brothers' items. Anyway, in my uncle's library, at his death, was a 1st edition In Cold Blood with his fucking name written in it. In ink. Also, a 1953 1st American edition of Dylan Thomas' poetry, also with uncle's fucking name written in it. The former, near mint, was probably worth in the $500-800 range, got $15 for it.
I have a few old books (Circa mid 1800's) that the folks who originally owned them signed with their name and address with the flourish you can only get with an old quill pen and being beaten for not having perfect handwriting. To me at least, it makes the book more interesting. But for anything not 100+ years old, it's the kiss of death. And those stupid address labels....did folks fancy themselves libraries in the 50-70's? There was no reason to put those damn things in a book.
Holy shit! This is awesome. While I was typing that last post I won an auction. It cost me 10X what the Koufax card I posted earlier did and I'm completely cool with that. It's a 1957 Frank Robinson PSA 6 rookie card. When he retired only Aaron, Ruth, & Mays had more home runs, he was the first black manager in MLB, and in 1956 he hit more home runs then any rookie until McGwire in '85. Besides that, I got it for about $50 less then they're currently selling for. I like that. And it moves my PSA graded 57 set back to #81 in the current set registry. And unlike my ungraded 64's, I am putting together a high quality '57 set. All PSA graded. Nothing under PSA 6. Behold the glory of my Frank Robinson rookie! Spoiler
If you could change your name on this board (you probably could, but everyone already knows you) what would you go with?
The Tank. Which is apparently a nickname I've picked up recently. Oh, and congratulations Nettdaddy. http://www.foxnews.com/world/2016/02/12/canadian-man-remembers-who-is-solves-own-cold-case.html
Or I guess Hound of Ulster, because it's such a funny fucking Irish legend. A dude who is a prodigious warrior goes to feast, watches some dog fights and gets pissed he keeps losing on dog fight bets, the winning dog who happens to be owned by the lord himself bites him, he punches it in the head and kills it and then the pissed lord demands he offers repayment in some kind. He goes, "Fuck it, I'll be your hound." Hence, Hound of Ulster; Cú Chulainn. Fucking hilarious.
Cocksmith Which is also my band name. No, really, it is. Whoever is in charge of Cinemax's programming is a magnificent bastard. Gone Girl is on primetime on Valentine's Day. It's been a good two years since I read it, but that book/movie still scares the shit out of me. I knew a girl who orchestrated her husband assaulting her, not even a week back from Iraq, so she could leave him cleaner. Amy exists. Look! Girl boobs!