December 2009
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Perspective.
Tim and I just got back from the grocery store. I was bitching about how much I hate New Year’s Eve and how depressing I find it, and Tim was doing his usual “don’t be sad” that he always does whenever I am sad about something. (It is very nice and thoughtful but it usually doesn’t work.)
Then I saw a middle-aged (read: much older than me, probably around 50) woman...
November 2009
1 post
Who died?
My reaction to hearing multiple songs in a row on classic rock stations is, inevitably, “who died?” This reaction does not apply to Led Zeppelin songs (since many classic rock stations like to do a “Get the Led Out” block at some point during the day) or on three-day weekends like Memorial Day or Labor Day, which are always set aside for either “Rock Blocks” or...
October 2009
1 post
Beardy McWeirdy.
I’m really glad that I was born in 1974 and not 1984, because the grizzly Mountain Man beard trend that seems to be all the rage among young hipster males thoroughly disgusts me. If I had been born in 1984, I would have ended up dating frat boys-turned-accountants, or becoming some kind of asexual secular nun or something, because the thought of putting my face near one of those nasty,...
July 2009
2 posts
A day in the life of a librarian.
An asshole that I once dated used to tell me, “you have to make your own fun.” Usually he would trot that one out when I was hanging around with his douchenozzle friends, who were inevitably playing darts or snorting coke—two pasttimes that are not high on my list of enjoyable things to do. You can hurt someone playing darts, and coke is for skinny girls with shiny,...
Wow, that's ludicrous.
I just returned from a lunch celebrating a library employee’s 40th anniversary of employment, which was lovely. Not so lovely was being told by another library employee that there is some chatter somewhere online (I don’t know where) that I am the Annoyed Librarian.
Let me make this abundantly clear: while the “twopointopian” crowd irritates me at times, I own my opinions...
May 2009
2 posts
My automatic response to any service that claims to provide people with a Netflix-style book rental service is to make fun of it. Unless you don’t have a public library in your area, why would you subscribe to something like this? It also amuses me that the URL is “booksfree.com,” yet you’re PAYING for the service, which means that, uh, it’s not free.
Anyhow, I was...
Dung beetles.
I am listening to a podcast of Fresh Air that is all about dung beetles. This reminds me of a story:
My mother did not like her mother-in-law, for reasons too complex, personal, and chock-full-o’-longstanding family drama to go into here. So when the U.S. Postal Service, as part of their stamp series on habitats of the U.S., released a stamp featuring a dung beetle, my mother stockpiled...
April 2009
1 post
Who's missing from your public library?
Sometime today, a co-worker is planning to stop by my office to talk to me about using technology to bring teens into the library, particularly Facebook and Twitter. I will be completely honest here: I don’t know the first thing about teens and/or what technology they use. I generally try to avoid teens. I’m glad there are people who work in libraries who are interested in and...
March 2009
12 posts
The Maltese Cow!
So my workplace is having a “Big Read” program, and The Maltese Falcon is the chosen book. I read The Maltese Falcon in college and didn’t much like it, but I don’t like detective fiction in general. I can never manage to solve the mystery before the detective, and that makes me feel like I don’t pay enough attention when I’m reading.
Anyhow, The Maltese Falcon...
Earth Hour →
Tim, in response to Earth Hour:
“What if it happens during the NCAA tournament? What about the basketball?”
The Little Whopper →
My great-grandmother was on Broadway. That’s her, at the bottom of the page, in the dual role of the unfortunately-named “Teenty” and the cross-dressing Robert.
Apparently, this show kind of sucked and is not likely to have a revival any time soon.
“I don’t know. Say anything you like, but don’t say I love to work....”
– silent film actress Mabel Normand (1895-1930), a woman after my own heart.
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The News-Gazette.com: Fourth human placenta found... →
Dear hippies: I thought the proper protocol was to bury the placenta under a tree as an offering to Gaia. Or to eat it as part of a tofu-and-placenta scramble. What gives?
Desk jockeyin'
I know public libraries provide service to all, and I’m absolutely fine with that. I think public libraries are great! I will rah rah rah cheerlead for public libraries!
That said, I find it really hard to get excited about and be pleasant to adults wearing shirts with Eeyore on them. Especially if they lean on the back of my chair and pout because the movie they want is unavailable.
“a Musical Pimp-Opera that tells the story of life on the Hustle from all aingles...”
– Amazon.com review of “Boss’n Up,” starring Snoop Dogg. I am tempted to go to Urban Dictionary to see if “drink a coke&eat a Slice of Pie to” is some kind of crude expression that I wasn’t aware of.
Official movie weekend!
My “lack of stuff I gotta do” weekend has conveniently coincided with my “every movie I have requested from the library ever has come in at the same time” weekend, so this will be a weekend of watching movies. Including:
Let the Right One In, which I am so excited for because I loved the book (seriously, if I could make that “loved” red, sparkly, and blinking,...
Battlestar Galactica Inspired Cylon Yarn Fingering... →
Yes, but would Tim argue with my purchase of THIS sock yarn?
I am now cataloging a DVD that features Sherlock Holmes fighting the Nazis with his mad detective skillz. Never mind that Sherlock Holmes was born either in 1854 or sometime in the 1860s, if you believe the experts. Perhaps he was a Nazi-fighting geezer!
Cataloging “Vampire in Brooklyn” reminds me of my job (right out of college) as a middle school teacher at a Catholic school on the south side of Chicago. One afternoon, the gym teacher decided to give the teachers a break and brought in a bootleg copy of this fine, R-rated, not very good* Eddie Murphy film and showed it to the middle schoolers. I wonder if it scarred them for life....
