Today I was in line at a Super Mega Grocery Useless Crap store behind an elderly woman in silk pajamas, a housecoat, and bedroom slippers. I am not even kidding. Does this only happen in the South, because I cannot recall ever seeing a granny in her PJs out in public in any other place I’ve visited. … More Out of the woodwork
This is how over graduate school I am: on Monday night I spent a considerable amount of time trying to create a stick figure with a big butt. I did it, too, so the night was not a total loss. The key, for those of you now pulling out a pencil and some scrap paper, … More Analyze this
Now with pictures! It’s New Year’s Eve, and I am finding it hard to type, what with being jacked up on Albuterol and all. I had heard that phrase before–“jacked up on Albuterol“–and I assumed it was some sort of anti-depressant. Turns out it’s an asthma treatment. Huh. And that’s the end of the story of … More It will take you until next year to read about my Christmas vacation
I’m in class. Cataloguing class. A class I am paying almost a thousand dollars to take, and yet, here I sit, blogging. My classmates are doing other various and sundry non-cataloguing activities: playing games, instant messaging, talking about drinking games. Our professor is flipping through a magazine. If I am joking, may I be doomed … More This must be be what purgatory is like
On Monday my fellow media specialist* (henceforth known as MJ) and I were given the green light to order a third of the library collection planned for our new library. You know, the one at the new school, which is still a flat expanse of red mud? The one that probably won’t be ready for student … More Chicken soup for the tired, caffeine-soaked, homicidal librarian’s soul (now with additional information)
I know you weren’t planning to help me clean up after my neurotic dog when you came to pick up your cat Snowball at the pet wellness clinic this afternoon. Hell, I wasn’t planning to clean up after her, either. I can count on one hand the times she has taken a big dump indoors … More Dear Lloyd and Lloyd’s Mom:
I am already flinching at my own anticipated disorganization of thoughts to follow in this post, but when there is too much to say and not enough time to say it, disorganization is to be expected. To soothe my type A anxiety I will use bullets, which will perhaps lend the appearance of organization. Humor … More Countless
Teacher: We need bees to pollinate flowers–if not for the bees we’d have a shortage of plant life. Student: Why do we need flowers anyway? We don’t eat them. Teacher: Most fruits and vegetables start out as flowers. If there were no flowers we’d have no fruit. Student: I don’t eat fruit. I eat meat. Teacher: What about grass? … More Overheard in biology class
This is my last post on Blogger, and my first post on my all new blog at WordPress. Call me a follower, a copycat, a bandwagon-jumper–whatever you call me, please keep visiting, and if you link to my site, please adjust your site accordingly. The truth about the change is that I don’t like being … More New frontiers
In my last post I attempted an allusion, but I royally screwed it up. Not once but twice. The word I was actually looking for was SLOUCHING. This is what I was TRYING to allude to: Slouching Towards Bethlehem W.B Yeats Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things … More Apparently, normal is further away than I thought
one small corner of the universe 