only thing to do is jump over the moon
Ok, people, let's talk storage. My movie collection is overspilling its bounds, but I can't seem to find anything suitable that isn't ugly or ridiculously expensive. I have about 120 each of DVD and VHS (I'm a junkie, I'll admit it).
So: how do you store your media, where did you purchase said storage, and how much (if you're willing to spill) did it cost?
I really need another damn bookcase too, but I don't want to think about that right now. ;)
I want it to be Tuesday so that the new Flogging Molly cd will be out. They're going to have it on sale at Target, which gives me inner conflict. Half of my brain is saying "yay, they'll get more exposure and more people will know the coolness that is Flogging Molly." The other, less classy, side of my brain is singing there goes the neighborhood, here come the debutantes.
I like for people to know about bands I like, so that they will play many concerts and be able to pay their hotel bills. On the other hand, I hate it when ticket prices triple, you make the move from cozy venue to giant ampitheatre, and you start spending your concerts being given the stinkeye by teenies in terrycloth miniskirts with sweaty, pimply boyfriends. *sighs*
So: how do you store your media, where did you purchase said storage, and how much (if you're willing to spill) did it cost?
I really need another damn bookcase too, but I don't want to think about that right now. ;)
I want it to be Tuesday so that the new Flogging Molly cd will be out. They're going to have it on sale at Target, which gives me inner conflict. Half of my brain is saying "yay, they'll get more exposure and more people will know the coolness that is Flogging Molly." The other, less classy, side of my brain is singing there goes the neighborhood, here come the debutantes.
I like for people to know about bands I like, so that they will play many concerts and be able to pay their hotel bills. On the other hand, I hate it when ticket prices triple, you make the move from cozy venue to giant ampitheatre, and you start spending your concerts being given the stinkeye by teenies in terrycloth miniskirts with sweaty, pimply boyfriends. *sighs*