In addition to the cds going as premiums, I'm also auctioning off The Flash Girls: The Return of Pansy Smith and Violet Jones on eBay. It's good, but just not my sort of thing.
The Flash Girls, if you've not heard of the Winners of the 1994 Minnesota Music Award for Best World Folk Group, are Emma Bull and (The Fabulous) Lorraine Garland. Didn't really care for Emma's novel War for the Oaks, but that may have been unfamiliarity with either the mythological setting (same problem I have with Rumiko Takahashi's Lum/Urusei Yatsura) or the real-world setting (Minneapolis. I hadn't moved here when I read it. . .). Lorraine, from all accounts (ok, Neil Gaiman's accounts) seems like a nice enough person. He's got a short story sort of thing in the booklet, which is also available on-line, as such things usually are.
This particular cd of theirs is out of print at the moment, but they plan on re-recording it one day, as opposed to re-releasing it. Musicians. Never satisfied. Or is that writers? Or is that both?
Maybe it's creative people generally.
I'd actually resisted the idea of auctioning the thing, and took it to Dreamhaven in the hopes of selling it them to them.
I asked the nice young woman behind the counter if they bought used cds, she smiled and said they didn'-- then looked down and saw what the cd was.
And took it back to the manager's office to check.
I'd rather thought that would happen.
They offered six bucks, which for a few bits of plastic and a scrap of paper with characters and a few photographs, is quite a bit. But I went for the more time-consuming auction instead, thinking it would bring in more of those tall Yanqui dollars. I feel slightly guilty about doing so, especially since I bought the thing at a sidewalk sale at AF Books for, well, less than six bucks a few years ago.
This is another reason I just don't fit in this society. I cannot understand how you lot establish the values of things, and feel that I'm cheating people.