OK, so I never post. What of it?
I came across this on youtube a few minutes ago. I had forgotten how amazing Portishead is...
Great fucking song.
Also, I started watching Firefly last night. I think I'm officially hooked. Here's a trailer...
Finally, here's a great Kids in the Hall clip. Because Kids in the Hall was a brilliant show and I miss it terribly.
Ha!
"My husband is very important. He delivers pizza. To the mayor!"
"Oh my God are you a bunch of car-fuckers?"
"Yeah, we're car-fuckers, so what?"
"You should be ashamed of yourselves!"
"Why?"
"Oh, no reason, just that you're CAR-FUCKERS!"
Seriously. You have to admit that's SO classic.
Perhaps one of these days I'll become a more faithful blogger. Perhaps.
6.01.2008
4.30.2008
Are You There Voices? It's Me, _________...
OK. So there's this guy who's been coming in lately that's totally fucking crazy. I don't think I've ever seen someone who is this completely batshit.
He started coming in a few days ago. He comes in with his own keyboard (not an entire computer, just a keyboard), sits in the periodical area (where we have wireless access, mind you) and plugs the USB cord from the computer into his ear. He then proceeds to type for an hour or so.
Who does he think he's communicating with? This guy is so crazy I can't even come up with a witty name for him. I haven't wrapped my head around it yet.
He started coming in a few days ago. He comes in with his own keyboard (not an entire computer, just a keyboard), sits in the periodical area (where we have wireless access, mind you) and plugs the USB cord from the computer into his ear. He then proceeds to type for an hour or so.
Who does he think he's communicating with? This guy is so crazy I can't even come up with a witty name for him. I haven't wrapped my head around it yet.
4.29.2008
What? Really?
For those of you who don't know, I am a die-hard Tom Waits fan. HUGE fan. I adore the man and cherish his songs.
I feel like Scarlett Johansen has just mind-raped me.
I feel dirty. How did her agent let this happen? More importantly, how could Tom Waits let this happen? I imagine that he was hypnotised by her ample breasts and cushy lips. Damn her feminine wiles...
I feel like Scarlett Johansen has just mind-raped me.
I feel dirty. How did her agent let this happen? More importantly, how could Tom Waits let this happen? I imagine that he was hypnotised by her ample breasts and cushy lips. Damn her feminine wiles...
4.01.2008
Sighs...
A very interesting middle-aged gentleman with crumbs all over his face just walked in and asked if we had Hagar the Horrible on DVD.
sigh.
When I told him no, he asked where he could find it. I told him the only place that I could find it was on Netflix. Then he asked if perhaps I could call the bookstore in the mall to see if THEY had it. Then I re-informed him the only place I can find it is on Netflix. And then I informed him that the local bookstore does not sell DVDs. Then he informed ME that I didn't know what I was talking about.
SIGH.
Believe it or not, the DVD does exist. It came out in 1999. Can't BELIEVE I missed that one.
Also pestering me is a teenaged boy sitting on the computer seven feet away from my desk. He looks something up. Then he asks me if we have it. I look it up. I tell him yes, but it's out. He says, Oh yeah, I see that it's out. Repeat the last five sentences about 27 times.
sigh.
Lastly, this evening's patrons are systematically pulling every book they can off the shelves and placing/throwing/tossing them on the floor. I spent three hours pulling all the books forward and tightening the shelves last night. Three hours of my life that I can never get back.
SIGH.
sigh.
When I told him no, he asked where he could find it. I told him the only place that I could find it was on Netflix. Then he asked if perhaps I could call the bookstore in the mall to see if THEY had it. Then I re-informed him the only place I can find it is on Netflix. And then I informed him that the local bookstore does not sell DVDs. Then he informed ME that I didn't know what I was talking about.
SIGH.
Believe it or not, the DVD does exist. It came out in 1999. Can't BELIEVE I missed that one.
Also pestering me is a teenaged boy sitting on the computer seven feet away from my desk. He looks something up. Then he asks me if we have it. I look it up. I tell him yes, but it's out. He says, Oh yeah, I see that it's out. Repeat the last five sentences about 27 times.
sigh.
Lastly, this evening's patrons are systematically pulling every book they can off the shelves and placing/throwing/tossing them on the floor. I spent three hours pulling all the books forward and tightening the shelves last night. Three hours of my life that I can never get back.
SIGH.
3.31.2008
Dieting, Leaks and Harrassment...Oh My!
So, I started Weight Watchers last week. Suck.
In other news, the library has been INSANE lately. We are getting a new director, the roof is leaking all over the place, everyone I work with is sick/hurt/pregnant and I got a patron banned from the library last week. Here's the incident report I wrote:
On the night of XXXXXXXXX, I was harassed intermittently throughout my four hour shift in the Children’s Room by Mr McCreepyPants*.
McCreepyPants walked down the hall to go to the bathroom around ten times during the night. Each time that he walked down the hall, he would look directly at me and either make a lewd gesture with his tongue or whistle at me. This happened all night long. A little before 8:00pm, McCreepyPants entered the Children’s Room and went into the Young Adult section. While in the room, he positioned himself in such a way so that he could keep an eye on me in the mirror in the corner of the room. He then moved to the “A” section of the paperbacks, which is right next to the door. Every time I looked up at him, he was looking at me. At this point, I was feeling quite uncomfortable, being all alone in the room. He left after about ten minutes, whistling once again at me as he walked away.
After he left the room, I assumed he had left the library. Around 8:15pm, I heard someone rattling the emergency exit door (the one that opens up onto the cul-de-sac, near the book drop). I quickly got up and looked out the window of the door and saw no one. A few minutes later, I specifically heard someone trying to pull the door open three times. I ran to the door and he was standing right to the side of it, smoking a cigarette. He said to me, through the glass, “Sorry, I was just leaning against it,” then he gave me what I can only describe as a very creepy smile.
This is not the first time that Mr. McCreepyPants has harassed me. He has come into the Young Adult section on previous occasions and stared at me in the same way that he did this time. I am alone in the Children’s Room during most of the shifts that I’m scheduled. He makes me very uncomfortable and I do not feel safe when he is anywhere near me.
The night that this happened, when we were closing, my coworkers informed me that McCreepyPants was up on domestic assault charges. Awesome. Just what I need! Some pissed off wife-beater gunning for me because I got him banned from the place where he checks out porn/teenage girls/unsuspecting cute librarians.
This is not the first patron who has been banned for harrassing me. What is it about me that makes crazy people want to fuck with me? I just don't get it. I'm a nice enough girl. I help people when they need it. I always have a smile on my face and a witty one liner or anecdote ready to amuse others. I don't waggle my tongue/whistle/make obscene gestures/direct lewd comments to/at patrons. Why? Why me?
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!
At least it makes good blog fodder.
*name changed to protect asshole former patron.
In other news, the library has been INSANE lately. We are getting a new director, the roof is leaking all over the place, everyone I work with is sick/hurt/pregnant and I got a patron banned from the library last week. Here's the incident report I wrote:
On the night of XXXXXXXXX, I was harassed intermittently throughout my four hour shift in the Children’s Room by Mr McCreepyPants*.
McCreepyPants walked down the hall to go to the bathroom around ten times during the night. Each time that he walked down the hall, he would look directly at me and either make a lewd gesture with his tongue or whistle at me. This happened all night long. A little before 8:00pm, McCreepyPants entered the Children’s Room and went into the Young Adult section. While in the room, he positioned himself in such a way so that he could keep an eye on me in the mirror in the corner of the room. He then moved to the “A” section of the paperbacks, which is right next to the door. Every time I looked up at him, he was looking at me. At this point, I was feeling quite uncomfortable, being all alone in the room. He left after about ten minutes, whistling once again at me as he walked away.
After he left the room, I assumed he had left the library. Around 8:15pm, I heard someone rattling the emergency exit door (the one that opens up onto the cul-de-sac, near the book drop). I quickly got up and looked out the window of the door and saw no one. A few minutes later, I specifically heard someone trying to pull the door open three times. I ran to the door and he was standing right to the side of it, smoking a cigarette. He said to me, through the glass, “Sorry, I was just leaning against it,” then he gave me what I can only describe as a very creepy smile.
This is not the first time that Mr. McCreepyPants has harassed me. He has come into the Young Adult section on previous occasions and stared at me in the same way that he did this time. I am alone in the Children’s Room during most of the shifts that I’m scheduled. He makes me very uncomfortable and I do not feel safe when he is anywhere near me.
The night that this happened, when we were closing, my coworkers informed me that McCreepyPants was up on domestic assault charges. Awesome. Just what I need! Some pissed off wife-beater gunning for me because I got him banned from the place where he checks out porn/teenage girls/unsuspecting cute librarians.
This is not the first patron who has been banned for harrassing me. What is it about me that makes crazy people want to fuck with me? I just don't get it. I'm a nice enough girl. I help people when they need it. I always have a smile on my face and a witty one liner or anecdote ready to amuse others. I don't waggle my tongue/whistle/make obscene gestures/direct lewd comments to/at patrons. Why? Why me?
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!
At least it makes good blog fodder.
*name changed to protect asshole former patron.
3.02.2008
So, I took this quiz on a whim, and I couldn't believe it when this book popped up. Considering the fact that it is one of my favorite books of ALL TIME. Weird.
If you haven't read it, please do. Thank me later, bitches.
You're A Prayer for Owen Meany!
by John Irving
Despite humble and perhaps literally small beginnings, you inspire
faith in almost everyone you know. You are an agent of higher powers, and you manifest
this fact in mysterious and loud ways. A sense of destiny pervades your every waking
moment, and you prepare with great detail for destiny fulfilled. When you speak, IT
SOUNDS LIKE THIS!
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
If you haven't read it, please do. Thank me later, bitches.
2.04.2008
Yes We Can
I was totally overwhelmed with emotion when I watched this video. Please watch it. Please pass it on. Please become involved.
Yes we can.
Yes we can.
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