Affording the Rock-N-Roll Lifestyle

2006-06-11T12:45:00.000-05:00

All good things come to an end

In this case it is this version of the blog. Don't worry kids the life and times of one drunken librarian continue, just at a different address. These things happen.

2006-06-10T15:35:00.000-05:00

Hanging the Head in Shame

As you may realize I got a new computer. I believed that I could do some basic things like install XP & Office on said computer. I was wrong. I was very very wrong. I no nothing about computers when push comes to shove.

For some odd reason my new computer will not let me download and install software from the wondrous internet. I don't know why. Yes this includes Service Pack 2 which I need so that it will install my 2.0 USB ports.

I have phoned many, many friends asking for help. I have attempted different types of technical support and nothing is panning out. I am very frustrated and have not left the house (with exception of swimming this morning) since I got the box yesterday at 4pm. I also haven't really had any food--partly because there is nothing to eat in the house and partly because I feel ill about this whole computer thing. If anyone, anyone at all feels like they might know what to do please, pretty pretty please call me.

I can't install Mozilla or Thunderbird or even Trillian at this point.

2006-06-08T17:35:00.000-05:00

Vacation Bible School

This week is Vacation Bible School (VBS) week at the big Baptist Church down the road from Gretchen. I walk past the VBS on my way to the gym. Now, the very concept of VBS confuses me. Does it mean that you take a vacation from the bible or from school? Or is it a vacation from bible school and if so why is it held in a church? Is it a time were you are vacationing from the virtues? What is the point?

I recall growing up and having a VBS in town. In fact for a couple of weeks in July or was in June there would be these random kids on campus and around town. They would show up, take over the gym, leave cigarette butts everywhere and generally cause trouble (like mathlete trouble). Their parents were nowhere to be found.

The VBS down the road--full of parents. As in I haven't seen that many cars at the church since, well the last time I was awake before 10am on a Sunday. If anyone can shed some light (the holy kind please) on this subject for me I would be much obliged. I know naught of these VBS things as I was raised as a heathen. Quickly to the fire to gavotte around!

2006-06-08T11:54:00.000-05:00

In agreement

I agree with Justin, that while the idea is cool it's also a little creepy. Google Browser Sync is something that I truly thought about downloading for 3 whole minutes. The new machine (yet to be named) at home and this one sharing bookmarks, tabs, cookies...all the good stuff. But something says to me: NO DON'T DO IT. I believe it's my terminator warning system going off. Anything that will ultimately lead to terminator sets it off. Sure this seems innocent enough, but I'm telling you it's one step towards the remains of humanity following John Conner.

In other news I will get getting my new computer tomorrow according to UPS tracking system. This is very exciting. Of course I'll post pictures of its glory along with whatever else is on the digital camera.

World Cup starts tomorrow. I'll be sporting my Germany jersey for the occasion--since they are playing and all. If I seem distant or boring blame football.

2006-06-05T16:05:00.000-05:00

The strange allure of the beer cozy or koozie

The beer cozy is extremely important in certain social circles. If you offer a beer without a cozy you are seen as improper and even worse people may think you have no respect for beer.

I've had people apologize for not being able to locate their beer cozies. I've seen people pull out knives and threaten others if their cozies are not returned. I've also seen people match their beer cozies to their outfits. This includes the sunglass I'm so extreme my sunglasses may fly from my head at any given moment and they must be caught cord.

The beer cozy is only for use with American beer. That foreign devil beer can not and will not know the glory of a beer cozy. That is the proper way. That is the American way.

My own beer cozy is actually imported. Don't tell the beer cozy police. It was shipped from Australia, a magical place where it's almost like America but more extreme. Heck most of the animals there will kill you. This beer cozy is kept in a secret compartment to be used only in the most extreme emergencies; when all other cozies are unavailable.

All hail the beer cozy.

2006-06-03T12:43:00.000-05:00

Getting Er Done

Yesterday post non-scheduled work I got stuff done. I went to the gym for my workout with Cindy. It was mainly ab-based (tragically I'm not sore today). Then I stopped by Gretchen for a full 30 minutes before I went down to Tallahassee.

Sarah got a 15K mile tune-up which included many fine things. I wanted to see new models, but alas there were none to be viewed. Apparently they all got sold.

Then it was back to T-ville for a little grocery shopping. I hate it when I run out of milk and meat. Mmmm meat. Of course after that was feeding myself, paying bills, and contemplating life. Mmmm life.

Saturday: work, gym, reading massives amounts of technical specs.

2006-06-02T09:36:00.000-05:00

Best Part of Being a Manager

When workers ruin your week by not showing up or not working I like to take revenge by ruining their weekend. Joy.

2006-06-02T08:47:00.000-05:00

Firewall Down

Yesterday was a big day. We were interviewing a candidate for the director position. I finally got to my desk around 11:30am just in time to witness the destruction of the firewall. First the local network collapse tramping and pinning 3 dwarves. Shortly thereafter the firewall exploded, tragically killed the dwarves. I don't know what they were doing hanging around there, but services will be held on Monday.

The entire campus was without network for 7 hours. 7! When a quicky patch job was done I hurried about to recatalog some of the books that had backed up. I managed to clear one of the 7 that are full. ARG!

Hopefully the new firewall will be installed today--in place of the old one. This time it's bigger, better, and more American.

2006-05-30T20:14:00.000-05:00

Memorial Day Weekend

I most definitely enjoyed this weekend. Friday night was X-Men 3, which was okay. I expect more from X-Men movies. Friday also entailed going to Waterworks for a couple of brews and meeting J. She made a good first impression since she did buy a round of tequila.

Saturday Lola came to visit. She came bearing gifts, including a jug of Cooperhead and the proper glasses to enjoy it with. We went to Waterworks for a little hummus and to see Chris & J. They left after about an hour claiming they needed sleep...whatever. Lola & I headed over to Finnegan's Wake.

Filmmaker Justin was wasted, NoFX Ian was working behind the bar. It was very strange. We got a couple of drinks and went outside where it was less crowded and smoking is accepted. We were joined by 4 boys. Mike, Will, Mike, and Adam. Mike and Lola chatted for the next hour about Persia or something. Will, Mike, Adam and I talked about random things, including motorcycles. It turns out Will has a 250 so I gave him my card. Motorcyclist must hang out together. Adam is an environmental engineer or something. He does paperwork to make sure the oil spills get cleaned up. Mike...well he was basically passed out. Sidenote: all of these guys were fucking HOT.

The bar closed and everyone scattered. Lola & I hit Steak & Shake for shakes and fries and then headed back to T-ville.

Sunday we enjoyed a leisurely day. We went to the Waffle Shop for breakfast with all of its quarks. Then we went to Tallahassee to see the capitol and ended up grabbing a cup of coffee at Lake Ella. Then we headed to Lake Iamonia for some Yuengling and to hang out with the bikers.

Dinner was the worst Chinese Buffet ever. The waitress was on her cell phone the entire time. I left as if we were interrupting her to ask for things. The food was, well I didn't actually throw-up, but it would have helped. We learned never to eat there again.

Bear joined us at the restaurant and came back to Gretchen for some Kasaritas. It was interesting as Lola told the hipster joke and the theater joke and Bear didn't really get either one. How odd.

Bear left. It started to rain. And then Gail, my new neighbor came over. We talked to her for probably close to an hour and a half.

Monday Lola left. Her flight left at 7:05, so we were up very early. I came back to T-ville and slept more. I got up talked to some people and then slept more. I watched a movie, then slept more. I had dinner and then guess what? That's right people slept.

2006-05-25T18:58:00.000-05:00

Today is an Angry Day

Now I didn't wake up angry, even though I told people that I did, in fact I didn't become angry till I got to work. This isn't the everyday annoyed. No this is the "I'm going to put my cigarette out on that bitch's back. How dare she wear white pants and a teal fucking tong!" angry.

I suppose it had to do with the stupid ass things I.M. is asking me to do. Listen I agree that we need a policy for children in the library. I think we need to rework all of our policies, but I also think it should be the new Director who does this...as they will want to do so anyway. So having me do research on this, type something up and type another thing up seems completely pointless to me. Especially when I could be working on things that are way more important in my mind: like inventory or going through the backlog of book to see what we really need. Just a fucking thought.

That and I.M. wants me to get rid of the recycling boxes. I said fuck that; no way. He said can't we do something about them. I said if you want to buy nice plastic bins that would be great. He retorted we don't have the money for that. I countered then we will continue to use the boxes that we get from the copy paper. Blah, blah, blah it looks bad. Blah, blah, blah no that's just the library. Now can I please get back to updating our periodical holdings the hard way because Library Worker T won't fucking finish the interface I need. Thank you.

And I like my new student worker I do. But she's doing things awfully slow. I know that she is being careful, but I feel like I can't take my lunch/dinner break because she won't continue working if I do. I hate that. Damn you!

FTPT is awesome though. She has already rocked through what was sitting behind Waste of Space's desk for well the entire time I've worked here.

2006-05-24T19:36:00.000-05:00

Ouch

Being on a hiring committee hurts the head. Arguing over resumes is certainly interesting; especially when there is a dearth of resumes. Tomorrow I'll have to put together some questions to ask. If anyone has any suggestions please let me know.

2006-05-24T08:53:00.000-05:00

Reasons Why Todays Workout Sucked

1. Vodka & Cranberry
2. Little sleep
3. Dehydration

1. Last night as I was locking up the library Bear showed up. He wanted to have a drink. I said okay. He said, right on I'll meet you at yours. Ah, so he wants some of my alcohol--that's cool. It's not like I don't have the basics. So post-work Bear shows up. He finishes the Jack and starts in on the captain. I make myself one vodka & cranberry. That does it. I have a buzz--so of course I make myself another one. Bear asks to take the captain with him--as I'm a happy drunk I say sure.

2. JennieD rang last night. She's leaving for Romania today. Apparently some of the birds over there have the flu. JennieD was convinced that she was going to get it and bring it back to America killing everyone. I said, JennieD...don't make out with chickens and you'll be fine. This conversation was followed by text messages from Jett. Jett and his new photo-phone proves to be a dangerous combintation.

3. Because I did not drink the water that was sitting beside my bed I was a little dehydrated. I didn't realize this of course, until I was 5 minutes into my workout. That woozy feeling I was looking for yesterday, well I found it. No thanks. I cut my workout in half due to extreme icky feeling.

2006-05-23T18:39:00.000-05:00

Tuesday Evenings

Tuesday evenings have always been my favorite (at least last semester). Tuesdays are the days that I got to be completely alone in the library. The two faculty members that I like and have done things with outside of the university both had classes so it was like a double bonus.

This is the first Tuesday of the summer semester. There might be one other person in the library right now. It is very peaceful. I'm enjoying my new administrator status on the computer at the front desk. Guiltily installing Firefox and Trillian. Hey there could be a chat reference question.

Today I spent most of my afternoon training my new slave. I mean, work-study student. Tomorrow will probably be more of the same. FTPT has already cataloged the same number of books as Waste of Space did in the past 5 months. Things are looking up.

Thinking about changing the workout routine. Either I have to push myself much harder doing the same thing or switch it up as 45 minutes on the elliptical produces much sweat, but not the woozy feeling it did last month.

2006-05-22T19:13:00.000-05:00

Library Land

Life in Library Land is getting interesting. I am officially in charge of the student workers. This means that I sign the time cards and everything. Woot. Time to be hardcore manager. No you may not take a break! I don't care if you have to pee. Hold it in. Do not pee in the library. No you may not go get a drink. If you do it'll be deducted from your timecard!

I've been running around all day. This is the first time I've had a minute and what do I do? Freaking blog. Oh well.

Been going through applications (resumes & coverletters) for the open positions here. Man, this is eye-opening. Going through this process will definitely make my own coverletters and resumes better. Most of the people applying aren't even remotely qualified. However, I want to interview someone on the basis of there email address alone: rockwillliveforever. Come on...that's cool.

I am disappointed in my fellow SILSers for not applying. Does this mean they hate me? If so, fuck them. Fuck them right in the ass. If not, well disregard the previous two statements.

Been going through Waste of Space's desk. I've found a bunch of crap. Literally crap. I've thrown away over half of what was there. I don't need P.O.s from 2002. I just don't. It's absolutely amazing. The Interim Manager wants to know when I'll get a chance to go through the other huge bookcase full of uncataloged books in his office, well as soon as I have a book truck. Which means Full-Time Part-Timer will have to learn to catalog first. Which means Library Worker T must train FTPT first. So whenever that happens. Jesus.

2006-05-22T18:44:00.000-05:00

Weekend Round Up

Let's see. Saturday I went to see Art School Confidential. I surveyed this film and found it wanting. More specifically Todd Kasow and Robin Lee, the music editors together with Robert Hoffman, the film editor well you guys get bitch-slapped. I clearly felt a montage, but arg no montage music and nothing to really carrying the different scenes together. I liked the film, but certain editing/music choices were difficult to stomach. I suppose it was to be expected, but damn...since when does a montage not have montage music?

Post film I headed to Finnegan's Wake. I had a couple of beers curiosity of Kevin. We discussed the duct-tape dress business. He suggested the duct-tape underwear. I couldn't help but think of the current underwear featured in Achewood. Mine would not feature a cantilever phone unit, but rather velcro tabs at the side for quick removal.

Anyway, ran to Waterworks for a turkey-apple sandwich & fries. I split it with Robin. Had a couple more beers and then drove home. Talked to a wonderfully drunk Caracle & Lauren on the drive. And then Kaleb's mom with Lola in the background.

Sunday was lawncare/motorcycle day. I mowed the lawn. It is dead sexy now. Seriously. I might even take a photo of its glory. Then I SSS and met the Dixie Bikers for a ride.

It was a good ride. I had fun and got sunburnt.

Got home around 6pm. Had dinner, as the chili dog at Lake Iamonia did not count. And then fell asleep. The sun and wind had gotten to me. There is something about going 80mph without a helmut that sets the soul free.

2006-05-20T14:05:00.000-05:00

Computer Issues Resolved

Matt gets a shot or beer or a case of beer delivered straight to his gullet. I have purchased his recommended PC from United Micro. It should arrive within the week.

A monitor has also been purchased, again recommended by Matt. And later today I'll be in Tallahassee perusing the keyboards and mice available.

As soon as the new computer arrives and I get it set up I'll be changing the address of the blog. Don't worry you'll all get plenty of notice. I will also be offering duct tape designs--right now it is very limited: tube-top, skirt, handbag, wallet, and messenger bag. It may become more complex in the future or that might just be my entire line of duct tape fashions.

Also I'm in the process of making shoes and an overcoat out of plastic. Oh yes there will be photos! I'm off to see a movie and pretend like I'm smart.

2006-05-19T10:57:00.000-05:00

Computer Idea 2

Get fantastic new computer as suggested by Ultra-Fitness Matt. Get domain space. Make & Sell Duct Tape dresses to finance computer/domain/internet connection.

2006-05-18T14:53:00.000-05:00

So back in the day

Bestiality was the bomb! From Justin.

2006-05-18T14:30:00.000-05:00

The Lubricator & Other Adventures

Last night was the last sushi night at Jasmine's. It has been deemed unworthy. Although I enjoy getting a giant mug of green tea, the quality of sushi and ambience has gone downhill (as in 12th Street downhill). We shall eat there no more.

Waterworks, though is a tried and true watering whole. It is here that I get to hear stories of The Lubricator, an action hero more important than Flatulence Man, more slippery than Burnished Steele, and sexier than Captain Obvious. The Lubricator is a caped hero welding KY--think webslinger of Spiderman who is able to ease any situation. And, the best part...is often found imbibing at Waterworks. Ah, the excitement.

Every so often The Lubricator ventures to Finnegan's where we know the party gets started. The Lubricator witnessed a drunken tree climbing incident last Sunday--the second that I know of--which ended the only way it could: embarrassment. Girl 1 convinced Underage Boy 1 to climb tree with her. Girl 1 proceeds to examine Underage Boy 1's throat with her tongue. Girl 1 loses balance and falls out of tree. Everyone at Finnegan's points and laughs.

I took Toby to town last night. Toby hasn't been to Tallahassee in ages and needed to get out of T-ville. While at Finnegan's I stored my helmut in Chris' car. When I retrieved said helmut and used it to protect my head, well it smelled. It smelled like, well Chris' car. A little fruity, a little sweet, a little while Chris. It was freaky. Note to self: do not store helmuts in Chris' car. Who knows what The Lubricator has done in it and I certainly don't wish to smell it.

2006-05-17T12:09:00.000-05:00

Other Computer Thoughts

What if I don't get a new computer? What if I cancel my broadband connection and crappy-ass basic cable instead? Will I become more productive in the reading/writing way? Will my duct tape creations become better? These are the questions. Really.

2006-05-17T10:59:00.000-05:00

There's the Other Shoe

Well it’s finally official. Library Worker K, the one who stole my air and invaded my sense of place and generally annoyed me turned in her resignation today. Her last day will be on Friday. This makes me jump for joy and curse her name at the same time. I have this horrible feeling that there is no documentation on what she actually does. Apparently she’s the only one in the library who knows how to import records from OCLC. WTF!

This means I have to get her to write it all down and share the information before she leaves, as well as finish cataloging all the books behind her desk. Pipe dream? Of course, but it’s my pipe dream you can’t have it. No you can’t even hold the pipe.

2006-05-17T10:58:00.000-05:00

Kickin It Old School

I had to return the computer I was borrowing so I’m back to the super old powerbook. That’s right kids, the only computer that I have at home that works right now is a Macintosh Powerbook G3 (first generation–no usb ports).

It’s running OS 8.1 and is barely supporting IE 5.1.6. It cracks me up. I would link to some of this stuff, but I fear the whole thing freaking out on me and shutting down.

Been crunching numbers most of the evening while watching Doom again to figure out if I can get the computer that Ultra Fitness Matt recommended. I probably can, but it means nothing fun for a long time. Like I would have to rethink the trip to NYC–which wouldn’t make Saeri happy at all.

I did have a great workout this evening after work. So that was good, because I came back to Gretchen to find that the owners cut down all the folage in the front yard-how very annoying.

I’ll stop rambling now. As I doubt I’m making any sense at all.

2006-05-14T12:01:00.000-05:00

It wasn't my Ego

The other day I woke up stretched and scratched my back. I felt these two large rough spots and went WTF am I becoming a giant lizard or something? Then I realized that they were bandaids. Doh. I removed the two bandaids and felt a little stupid, for you see I should have known they were there.

The day before I woke up with a big head. Not like the natives have been singing my praises big head, no. More like an orange on a toothpick big head. No it wasn't from crazy bad hair...it was my actual head.

I took some, make my head smaller pills and nothing. I called my mom. She said walk it off. I called my doctor he said, come in around 1:30pm. I emailed work as I sound a little funny. Having a head 4x the size of normal does affect your voice.

I went into the doctors office. They gave me a couple of shots of steroids. No not that kind...the other kind.

My head returned to normal size, but tragically now I have these creepy stretch marks. The irony or is it coincidence that they are located right below my ears by the jawline. I swear I haven't had a facelift. Just a big head!

2006-05-14T11:44:00.000-05:00

Calling all Computer Peoples

Okay kids, here's the thing. As you know my lappy died earlier this year. It was very traumatic. I have been thinking about what kind of replacement I want. And honestly I can't. I don't know if I want another laptop or a desk top. I don't even know what I really need. So I need your help.

The mission should you choose to accept it: design/pick out my new computer.

I mainly mess around with basic web design stuff--meaning my Flash skills suck and I don't use it, but XHTML, CSS, XML, XSLT, a wee bit of JavaScript, PHP, MYSQL, and soon to come AJAX. Digital photography on a minor scale (as I tend to stick to old school film more), along with that Illustrator, Fireworks that sort of stuff. And iTunes. On the old computer I had two files of most of my music...one MP3 to put on my minidiscs and one in iTunes format (wasted space I know, but sometimes that's the way things went).

Other notes: I have access to Microsoft OS & Office for free. I don't game contrary to what you may want to believe.

So help me out. Feel free to email me your suggestions. Thinking of purchasing at the end of the month--the computer I checked out from the library has to go back!

Big fat cheers to all and a shot or beer for everyone who helps out.

2006-05-10T21:30:00.000-05:00

Dia del Cinema

Since my illness has hung on one more day than I previously expected I decided to head to Blockbuster. See my aunt & uncle sent me a giftcard to said movie rental place; being a Netflixer I thought, cool, but...what am I going to do with this? Now I went through all the netflix films in the house and all of the borrowed films hey--Blockbuster. So after I went to the office to accomplish the must-dos and find out about the new power structure I headed off to that old school video warehouse.

I applied for the necessary card and started perusing the films. I thought, now should I get stuff that isn't already in my queue or should I get stuff that I want to see now even though it is listed an number 132? I got a combination.

In viewing order:

Doom--surprising good. Not just because it featured the totally hot Karl Urban, but because it had a plot. Seriously it did. Plus it had the first person shooter bit, which was very cool. This was way better than Ultraviolet...because seriously Karl Urban and The Rock. Good.

Domino--Annoying. I did not dig the filmmakers editing. The guy that played Choco is HOT. Almost hotter than Karl, but not quite. I'm tempted to queue the rest of his films. You know how I love the latinos. Plus the 90210 guys were really the best part of it. Maybe I just don't like Keira Knightley...maybe--no I know I don't like her. She should be like Vin Diesel no talky talky just sshhh and pose.

Lord of War--Oooo Jared Leto. Every time I see one of his films I think of this story. Nicholas Cage, well now I think of how freaking crazy he is, whatever happened to the Nicholas Cage that did Raising Arizona? The film itself was okay. Just reaffirmed why I don't want to go to Africa without some sort of guide or you know...the white parts. I really don't want to see someone shot or be shot myself (I have the same feelings about Detroit by the way).

Elizabethtown--Time of something a little lighter. Time for something trivial. Time for something Orlando Bloom and Kirsten Dunst. Time for this movie to get better. That's better. I like that Drew's revelation comes in Kansas. I find most revelations do. When you drive through Kansas one day for a week revelations are bound to occur.

Speaking of Kansas: Ice Harvest--great film. Great film. Okay, maybe I say that because I've been in Kansas (Wichita) in the winter. It is like that. Strip clubs, mobsters, and crazy drunks with police officers that do their job sort of. The biggest issue I have with this film is the license plates (tags). In Kansas front plates are not required and no one has them unless they are of the decorative nature. That's it. I mean, John Cusack in a Harold Ramis flick--how could you go wrong?

2006-05-10T08:45:00.000-05:00

A little sick

Ladies and Gentleman, Boys and Girls I am sick. Not that killing babies for no reason sick, but that mucus, flem, snot-rocket sick. This is my second day home in bed wallowing in my own cast-off fluids (think tissues here people). Bear came over last night to make me soup. It is the only time that someone can come over and cook in my kitchen and I don't mind–when I'm so out of it I on the couch thinking…pretty colours.

Bear got all concerned when I would go from red to pale to green-tint. I kept saying, yes I'm sick. That's what happens when I'm sick. It's just a cold or a flu or something. No worries.

I got ill Sunday night. I was watching Family Guy and I felt it. I didn't have any NyQuil on hand so I just went to bed. I should have ran to the store and gotten NyQuil instead of letting myself get this infected. Damn it.

At least I had a good weekend. Went to the director's going away dinner for a bit. Bought the man a drink. Then headed out to see DS Wes's art show.

Met up with MF Chris and went to Valdosta. Hung out at DS Wes's art show for a bit. He provided us with Tennent's mmmm Tennent's.

We ran into Ray & Lynn who we haven't seen since DS's birthday so we went to Lulu's for $0.50 martinis. That's right $0.50. We had a couple and talked of indie films, television, and literature.

Headed back over to the art show to see what DS was up to. Chris & I went for a late dinner at the Bistro. DS Wes adn Jesus met us there. We all had a couple of drinks and then decided to go play pool or darts or whatever.

Jesus drove, rockin out to 80s hair bands. We ended up at some bar full of the college kids. It was fantastic. It made all the guys feel old, but paying $8 a round…I'm willing to feel old.

I was on. I played typical Kansas pool. Fucking up 1 out of every 5 shots (which includes scratching on the 8 ball). It was great fun. I found a phone in the very disgusting bathroom which I wanted to keep as a souvenir, but Chris asked a little blond, "Do you know Amber C? Do you know Amber F? Do you know Amber Shevre? Oh well we found this phone." Fucker…that could have been hours of fun.

We headed home after that. I had MF Chris stop for beer on the way since I wasn't properly drunk yet. We finished a six pack on the way home, hitting signs with the empty bottles, missing our turn (adding 30 minutes to the drive), and hitting an owl (yes there was a moment of silence for that.

Saturday was spent on the porch with the puppies and coffee. It was quite relaxing.

Sunday in which I meant to mow the lawn was spent watching movies and sleeping (as it rained all day). So overall the lawn looks like crap, I'm sick, but I had fun.

2006-05-04T15:50:00.000-05:00

Link Goodness mostly from UF Matt

The principles of Sun Tzu at work.

UF Matt's new haircut. Except he doesn't look quite as good and UF Matt can add.

Wishes and dreams that one day this will be a reality.

In other news I just finished formatting the shelf list. Holy Mother of God. I've been working on this since February. I think I'll take myself out for tequila tonight.

2006-05-03T13:29:00.000-05:00

MF Chris

Got a MF dog. He says he'll post about it. I'm giving him 24 hours if he doesn't I'm telling me own version of the story.

Also...notice the countdown. That's to the World Cup people.

2006-05-02T17:30:00.000-05:00

OPAC Laments

Last night while talking with Poopsie she asked me when I was going to fix the OPACs of the world. Well that's a good question isn't it?

Most librarians, even those of us more interested in doing tequila shots during work hours agree that the OPACs available today fucking suck. But don't blame your vendors people. Well, blame the vendors, but part of it is your own damn fault. Fucking librarians. I shall explain.

Cataloging. Oh cataloging. Those of you who cream just thinking about it--well you're a little sick. My main concern when studying this particular facet of librarianship was, well why wouldn't I make every field searchable? I believe I got a mumbled response as it isn't practical. Oh, but including the height of a book is? Why do people care how big a book is? And if they do care show me all the books at 29cm damn it. Even the Naked Librarians are concerned about the nature of cataloging.

There is a bunch of talk about going RDF with the cataloging....or was that a pipe dream I had? The triple looking something like: item, location, status. Wait, don't we already do that? & even changing to that...who cares? Will it make the OPAC any better--fucks no.

Hands down best catalog around today is NCSU's. I say that, but really it pisses me off too. I live in a fantasy-land where there is a beer volcano and stripper factory and where in one single interface I can search the OPAC and for articles. That's right when I put in "drunk hippies" I get not only The hippie dictionary : a cultural encyclopedia of the 1960s and 1970s but also On space invaders, drunk hippies and the Spanish inquisition. By: Janowiak, John. Downbeat, Feb2000, Vol. 67 Issue 2, p18.

However this is at least 5 if not more years away. Dave Pattern is doing some great things with the OPAC though. At least I think he is. Bonus he's using AJAX, which you'alls know I've been jonezen to try out. We all know that usability is really the new black. People love Amazon for a reason--freaking usability and free shipping for purchases over $25.

I suppose the ultimate point of this rant is that it will take a whole fuck of a lot more than me to completely change OPACs. I think that librarians who give a shit should start their own ILS company. We would definitely need Dave Pattern and some guys from Endeca but if you build a better OPAC universities will switch. Money in the bank. Cha-ching...and I didn't even have to whoop a trick.

2006-05-02T15:02:00.000-05:00

An email from Motorcycle Mike--formerly known as Roommate

First a little background. I ride my motorcycle as much as possible. Riding is my one true passion. One of the outlets for this passion is long distance motorcycle rallies. This is a type of competition that is a bit of a cross between a giant scavenger hunt and the cannon ball run. It is not unusual for riders to go coast to coast in 48 hours during these competitions.

In August I will be competing in the largest long distance rally of
the year which will stretch over the entire continent over a 7 day
period. To give an idea of the scale of the competition, there is a
good chance I (and nearly 100 other competitors) will be in Alaska and Key West during this rally.

On to my question...

I was trying to think of a way to give back to the community while
serving my selfish need to ride all the time. I think something
similar to the March of Dimes could be good.

Here is my idea:

I'm going to ride the big rally this August (It is called the "Butt
Lite IV) and I'll likely do over 7000 miles during the competition.
If I could get different people/corporations to donate money on a per
mile basis I could raise a lot of money for a good cause. (Habitat
for Humanity or Ronald McDonald house maybe?)

Assuming I do 7K miles I could have two "starting" donation, but
allow any level of donations... people could donate .01 / mile which
would equal roughly 70 dollars. Companies maybe .10 / mile or 700
bucks. This could end up raising a ton of money for people who need
it more than we do.

My question: Does anyone here have any knowledge of or experience
with fund raising for charity? Are there legal ramifications that
I'm not aware of? Any suggestions on what charity to donate to?
Also, do any of you think you would be interested in donating?

Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

2006-05-01T17:53:00.000-05:00

Beer is the Answer

Sometimes you just have to get on the motorcycle and journey far to solve some problems.

Last night I ended up over at the Fortress of Solitude (can it still be called that with Live-In Josh there?) with Toby and beer. We (MF Chris, Live-In Josh, & I) partook of a very tasty beer--amber style. I let MF Chris tool around on Toby for a bit. He was talking about getting his own. I say do it.

The anger from Thursday was resolved over beer while watching the fireflies. Ended up crashing there and seeing part of this film. It was very odd. Woke up tragically early, went to Huddle House for breakfast, the Y for exercise, and then work for money.

The tiredness set in about 2pm and has been lingering for a bit. Grumble grumble.

Jason has posed an interesting question: what makes up the Gen Y film literacy? Seeing how I've seen all of his Gen X films and the only one I could come up with is Fight Club--well I don't know. Mortal Kombat? TMNT? But then I'm on the older end of Gen Y--so really.

2006-04-30T15:01:00.000-05:00

Mmmm Meat

Instead of mowing the lawn, which needs it quite badly, I decided to do a little cooking. I prepared a stir fry to take to work all next week. It's chocked full mushrooms, green peppers, red peppers, tofu, cabbage, and some tomatoes. Mmmm. But what I really spent all afternoon doing was grilling.

I grilled some angus burgers, bratwurst (not healthy but TASTY), and chicken. I don't have to really cook until next Saturday now. The chicken has been cut into bite sized strips ready for re-heating and dousing with wing sauce--you know how I love my chicken wings. The brats are just right for a quick microwave & mustard covering. The angus burgers...well how can you go wrong with those?

I thought about having people over to enjoy my meat, but I'm not up for entertaining and it's MY meat. Mmmmeat.

2006-04-30T09:03:00.000-05:00

Late Night Phone Calls

Last night my phone rang around 12:30am. It was Joshy Josh, here after referred to Virile Josh. He was on his way home from dancing with work buddies and needed to share the male point of view on said dancing. What ensued was an hour conversation with one urine break (because though friends we don't need to hear each other create water-like substance) which left me laughing so hard I couldn't return to sleep till 3:30am.

Sometimes that's just what you need.

In other news, I've reviewed my lease and it turns out that I'm a month-to-month renter now (which I hate) and will be given 30 days notice if I have to move.

2006-04-29T11:26:00.000-05:00

In Loving Memory of Charlie.

2006-04-29T08:10:00.000-05:00

Musing on Blogs

The other evening someone questioned why I blogged. Isn't it so 2001? My reaction was a little along the lines of whaaa? This particular person then admitted to being a forum troll, which then caused me to think isn't that so 1995--but I was trying to be social and not start a fight so I said, hmmm.

But then, why do I blog? Well, it's to keep peeps updated on me. Though the postcards go out biweekly or so I don't take the time to write down every little thing on those. The postcards are usually either: Rock Fist Up--Life Mother Fucking Rules or Rock Fist Down--Totally got shafted this week. The blog has details. Messy, gory details. It's a place for the peeps to go and see how bad is Kansas this week? How many times did she black out and drive home? Is the pirate flag flying? You know the important things.

Some people are saying that blogs shouldn't last more than a few years. Okay. I've had this a few years. I've gone through some template changes and currently even thinking about getting my own webspace and running wordpress (oooo....a challenge!), but since I don't live anywhere near most of my friends I don't see this dying soon. If somehow magically I found a new job that allowed me to visit my friends on a monthly or bimonthly basis, well then this blog might die. Holy shit, if I visited all my friends on a monthly or bimonthly basis this blog would most certainly die--hell I would never be home and rarely actually working--my kind of job!

Do I care about this blogs popularity? Not really. That's not what it's here for. Back when it was called Cats, Dogs, Tree, Spanish Men I was number one when googling for gay naked Spanish men (don't ask why). Now I am less easily run across and happy about that. Sometimes I wish I had the readership of Justin, but those days are becoming fewer and fewer. I suppose it's growing older and becoming more comfortable about who I am (anger and all) and what I can realistically expect from my life. Today, for example I can expect to go to work where there may or may not be any patrons and get my haircut, which may or may not be stylish. I do not expect to hear from anyone besides possibly my parents and a random friend or too while they are driving to exciting places to do exciting things. That is life.

I've rambled enough. Look for a review of Apocalypse Now Redux on movie thoughts soon. And if you have time Joshy Josh pointed out a great thing in Mel Gibson's new film. Watch the preview: when you see the monkey hit pause and go back frame by frame to the people covered in flower.

2006-04-28T16:38:00.000-05:00

Fucking Hell

The good news just keeps rolling in. The house that I'm living in is going on the market. Anyone care to purchase an investment property complete with renters?

2006-04-27T12:00:00.000-05:00

working on the chain gang
All day long they work so hard
Till the sun is goin' down
Working on the highways and byways
And wearing, wearing a frown

I'm pretty damn sure that I just saw Bad Boy Ben picking up trash along the highway. All shaved and deloused. Of course it was hard to tell breezing by at 45mph, but pretty damn sure. I thought about circling back around to check and see and possibly say hi, but then thought...the chain boss might not appreciate that and I was giggling way too hard.

2006-04-27T09:40:00.000-05:00

Management Styles

Back in library school there was a required management class. I took mine with the great management guru (MF Chris' advisor). At the time I was very annoyed as I got pigeon-holed and didn't get the marks I thought I should--as I was exploring other management styles than what I was suppose to, or so I assumed. However with my first professional job I've found myself thinking about that class a lot. This stems from what I viewed as very poor management within my department.

My now previous manager was what some call a diverger. Divergers are good at understanding people, resigning problems, brainstorming, and have an imaginative ability; however they have troubles recognizing problems and opportunities and lack ideas. I am technically an accommodator. I am good at getting things done, leadership, and risk taking, while I often have impractical plans and things aren't directed towards goals (which I've spent a lot of time on fixing these things). As my former manager and I had different personal styles this caused me considerable stress. Why you ask?

Well, former manager is a baby boomer, while I am a tweener. I am big into group work, sharing, delegation you know all the crap that the school systems decided was important about 30 years ago. Former manager, however was not a sharer. For 6 months I went into his office daily and said, what's the word? I brought ideas, lists of things to do. I got in response...okay get on that. Never a do you need help? Never a let's discuss that. I felt very alone. And as if my ideas were fine and rather unimportant since none of them seemed to really matter to him. So about 6 months ago I stopped going to his office.

I actually went about 3 months without even really speaking to him, and it didn't seem to matter to him. Now, if the situation would have been reversed I would have gone to the employee and asked what was up. But no. Absolutely nothing. When former manager announced his retirement/decision to leave I refrained from doing a happy dance in the building, but believe me I did one.

Everyone asked if I would be taking over. NO. Though my friends and colleagues have faith that I could do the job it comes down to a couple of things. I don't have managerial experience...not really. Sure I've been the team leader all the time and I'm a take charge person, but actual manager stuff...nah. And this is like my Latin education. Having basically no management for a year does not help one to be a better manager (that's right even though I was in Latin class for a year I didn't learn a thing because the professor decided I was a trouble maker the first day and ignored me the entire year--thus my Latin truly sucks). No, I need a mentor and I know that. So when the decision came down about Interim Manager I was quite pleased.

Monday is the first official day of Interim Manager's reign. We already have several meeting set up about the direction of the department and collaboration is highly stressed. The Interim Manager is a converger. He is good at problem solving, decision making, deductive reasoning, and defining problems. This is the dawn of a great thing. Plus we'll be hiring a new manager soon and I, of course am on that committee and you know I won't let them hire someone who will suck. Things are indeed looking up.

2006-04-27T09:30:00.000-05:00

Hair Behaving Badly

Vacation means not doing what you normally do and relaxing. So when on vacation in Key West I didn't brush my hair. At all. This has caused some problems. First it took me the better part of a day to brush all the tangles out, but more seriously my hair won't behave anymore. It isn't exactly going nutzoid, but it's passive aggressive I'll do it, but I'll do a shitty job is really getting to me.

Sushi Tuesday I attempted to sport straight hair, maybe 60% was straight the other 40% crazy wavy. Grr. And the days that I decided to go curly/wavy...strangely limp. Perhaps I just need a haircut, well I know I need a haircut, perhaps I'll get a haircut. Acupuncturist Robin gave me a stylist recommendation and her hair was cute, so I'll check that out. The only person who has cut my hair so that I love it is Cara back in Larryville, thus I'm a bit hesitant to try anyone else. We'll see. We'll see.

2006-04-26T16:15:00.000-05:00

Romance

So in this weeks The Week there is an expert from this article. I saw this and immediately thought of MF Chris and his demand for romance in his life. I took it to him at Sushi Tuesday. He hasn't read the whole article, but initial thoughts were rather negative about the bases of the article. Or at least I interpreted them so.

The conversation worked back around to an earlier one where I had quoted a friend saying to ask to be romanced was very selfish. Chris has shared this with his circle and the response from them is something along the lines of, "my god...the millennials are cold and cynical." Now that's a little harsh. First I didn't say that being selfish is a bad thing. Everyone should be a little selfish, but with most things too much is just ugly. Second, don't judge an entire generation based on this as it was said in relation to purposefully asking to be romanced.

Basically I want it to be known that I don't dislike romance. In fact I like romance. Romance (my personal definition) includes holding hands while watching tv. It includes going for ice cream just because. It includes buying flowers for no reason. Getting something that you know the other person will like. A lot of these traits can be applied to friendship as well-what sets them apart is the physical aspect that will most likely come post romantic gesture. (I'm talking rabid rabbit sex here.)

On the flip side, I would never ask for any of this as that wouldn't be romantic. And that's what selfish about Chris request for more romance. If you ask for it it negates the purpose--kind of like forced volunteering.

2006-04-26T10:13:00.000-05:00

Pulling a Saeri

Last night was sushi night. I love sushi night. It's the evening that no matter what I do I'll probably be between 10 and 15 minutes late. Jasmine's will be loud and the fish tasty. And then Waterworks of course. Yeah sushi night.

However, last night went a little, well Saeri. I was a little late (parking and every red light on Thomasville Road I swear). I enjoyed my tako sashimi, MF Chris cried not so good (but he was a little lit). The conversation was held at near yelling due to background noise-back to the romance discussion (will say more on this later). Then going to Waterworks.

Waterworks was nice and empty when we arrived. Bartender Lauren was there, I gave my belated birthday wishes and apologizes for not celebrating it with her. She gave Chris shit for being gay (which he isn't). I laughed and like the drunken ass that I am made it into a running joke which I was later chastised for.

Bartender Lauren was sitting with Acupuncturist Robin. I demanded to know who Acupuncturist Robin was and of course made a new friend. How could I not she had a RAZR. Her friend Film School Justin showed up and we discussed film school and his ex-girlfriend. Chris injected more about relationships (again more on that later). And then it was decided: different bar--well this was after a shot of vodka something or another.

So Finnegan's Wake it was. Chris went home like a responsible adult. Not me. Oh no. I went to Finnegan's where I ran into Meegan & Julia, along with meeting NOFX Ian (idealistic to a fault 23 year old) and several other fun/interesting people. I had more vodka drinks. This was a bad idea (especially since I stared the evening with Sapporo). I went to the bathroom. And then I fell. I skinned my knee like an idiot. The irony was I had stopped drinking at this point and was actually getting ready to head home. Or is that coincidence? Anyway I hereby decree that I'm seriously not doing this during the week anymore.

2006-04-23T11:53:00.000-05:00

My cards have a typo on them. I know that I sent some out with a few notecards this week (obviously I'm still on more of a vacation than I realized as I didn't catch it till last night and I didn't even catch it) so you may keep those if you wish, but you will be receiving a corrected version in the future. You may keep them for yourselves or hand them out to random hot men for me.

2006-04-23T11:22:00.000-05:00

Boyd's Birthday or Why I'm unproductive today

Yesterday was Boyd's 30 birthday. To avoid that unsightly fact we heartily celebrated Earth Day. Did we plant a tree for tomorrow? No. Did we run out and buy the new smart car? No. We drank!

Boyd used his superior grilling skills to char some chicken and pork for our consumption, along with an amazing spread of fingery foods. And the beer. The beer flowed as if it came directly from the Beer Volcano itself. The combination of the two proved to be delightful and the downfall of MF Chris & Live-in Josh.

MF Chris & Live-in Josh hit the corona hard. They were happy plied by dinner and then were pushed over the edge when the drinking games started. I learned a new drinking game and an altered version of another one! Earth Day is about learning, man. MF Chris retired early as per usual while Boyd and his lovely J went out for sodas. Live-in Josh & I relaxed on the couches and watched some HBO (no not that kind of HBO).

I woke up around 8am thanks to my morning hives and hopped, skipped, and jumped back to Gretchen for the magically remedy (one part leprechaun hide, one part fairy, and three parts black vodka); lied down for a quick nap and wham! It's noon. I'll be lucky if I get my pork chops grilled today.

2006-04-20T08:16:00.000-05:00

Library News

So the director has resigned. Yes I'll probably apply for his job. The IT department has been disbanded and IT has been outsourced. So now we are hiring two librarians. A director and an information literacy librarian. Where these people will sit I have no clue or what exactly they'll be doing--seeing how the last director didn't do much and I've been the acting information literacy librarian, well I suppose they could just take care of all the shit that I don't feel like doing. Or even better help me with running the freaking library.

2006-04-19T06:36:00.000-05:00

Friday-Sunday

Friday morning was much the same as the other mornings--except we went out for lunch/breakfast at an raw bar. It was tasty & delicious. Upon returning Elfin & Brigette decided to get the boat. Everyone loaded up and we headed out. I ended up on Graham's boat with the men folk where I saw turtles and all sorts of cool stuff. We went out to a little island (a nature preserve) to fish/scuba/snorkel. Of course the current was too strong and visibility was nil so it ended up being a hanging out on the beach drinking beer day. I got sunburnt--quite nifty too.

Went back and started to pack. Saturday morning I got up at 5:30 to move my car from the parking garage--which I missed the free time period and hung out till 10:30 when we finally left the house. I took my mom to the airport in Key West after a thrilling lunch of McDonald's. Then I followed my dad, or rather we took turns following each other back to Cocoa where we got a room for the night.

Elfin & Brigette ended up staying in the same fancy-pants Days Inn. We all went to Ron Jon's Surf Shop in the morning. Then to a Waffle House for breakfast. We tried to go to the new Harley Davidson store in Daytona, but alas it was closed.

I drove all afternoon and made it back to T-ville at 4:30pm to find all my eggs had been stolen by Edward.

2006-04-18T10:23:00.000-05:00

Sunday-Thursday

I woke up on Sunday refreshed. I had a mocha from across the street. Breakfast was served. I went for a swim in the pool in the backyard. Margaritas were served. I attempted to read a bit. Lunch was served. More margaritas. A walk to Rick's had more margaritas. Returned to the house where I switched to rum. Everything gets fuzzy after that.

Monday: breakfast, coffee, mimosas, pool, margaritas.

Tuesday: breakfast, coffee, mimosas, walk about town, margaritas, pool.

Wednesday: breakfast, coffee, mimosas, pool, margaritas.

Thursday: breakfast, coffee, mimosas, pool, margaritas, walk about town (purchased pirate flag), pool, Green Parrot.

Next time Friday-Sunday & updates on how life changed while I was on vacation.

2006-04-16T16:55:00.000-05:00

Key West Part One

So Friday afternoon I saddled up and drove for a bit. I stopped in Gainsville to see one Madam Lauren. She bought me a tasty beverage at a bar and dinner. I had tater sticks. Then I hit the road again and headed down to Palm Beach. I stayed the evening in a Marriot and woke up to my birthday.

My mom woke me up around 8am (even though I had only gotten a couple hours of sleep thanks to some noisy neighbors & police). She gave me a gift. I got a KU flag type thing.

Then we went downstairs for breakfast. It was tasty. Elfin returned from adventures and informed us that we were meeting Brigette and heading to the mall. I got another gift from my mom. I got some pretty fly business cards. If you are lucky you might get one. Then we were off.

The mall was nice. Bloomingdale's & all, but still a mall--if you know what I mean. Mom bought me a really cool t-shirt. Then we were off to the Keys. Stopping briefly for gas on the mainland.

Until we stopped at Alabama Jack's for a drink, some snack food, and a chance for my parents to embarass me enough that I broke out in hives. That was great, really.

Back on the road until World Wide Sportsman to get a gift certificate* for Robert. And then another stop at K-Mart for fishing licenses for Elfin and my dad. Stop again at Publix for last minute food for the house.

8:28 comes and goes as I'm driving to Key West. It was dark. I wished myself a happy birthday.

9:45 we get to the house. We unload. I go to bed, having not eaten I was very tired and very cranky. Basically the day ended the only way it could in tears. Perhaps next year I'll either have a good actual birthday or skip it altogether. I haven't decided yet.

Wrap up of Sunday-Thursday next.

2006-04-07T10:09:00.000-05:00

1 Hour and Counting

Vacation starts in an hour. I'm a little excited. It's true.

I've finished grading the library worksheets from the last "how to go to college" class. This group did much better than the previous. It's like they actually listened.

Check out the t-shirt Chris got me. It's pretty fly. It is in the bag to go to Key West. According to the internet it says Sake Bito--which means I love alcohol. Finally a t-shirt that says the truth!

2006-04-06T14:16:00.000-05:00

Birthday Card Jackpot

Today I got 3, yes 3 actual paper birthday cards. I also got 2 e-card from Hallmark, when you care to send the very best. Birthdays are good.

2006-04-06T08:01:00.000-05:00

OverProtective

I am a bit overprotective of what I call my hometown. I think it is the best. Don't most people claim that of their hometowns? Anyway we I see stuff like this I have to say, what you didn't already have respect? WTF?! It sure as shit blows Chapel Thrill out of the fucking water. Lawrence is an actual town and doesn't die when the students leave. The bar scene is much more varied and the people on the whole are less, well Southern assholish.

I love the midwest. I do . I want to move back there, where people though a little crazy at least say what they mean. Do you know that I'm considered extremely rude in the midwest? Well, rude/mean. The only major problem that I have with midwesterners is the passive-aggressive bullshit that everyone seemed to master around age 10.

Oh...and quite frankly the elected officials of Lawrence...well I didn't vote for them (because I don't live there anymore) and nor would I have.

2006-04-05T10:16:00.000-05:00

Reasons to Hire Tweeners

First of all I don't consider myself part of Generation Y or Millenials or whatever you want to call it. However according to the year break-down I am. I relate more to Generation X. I'm about coffee shops, ennui, and Nirvana. But true Generation Xers look at me and go, "kid." So I've decided to refer to myself as a tweener. It's like those weird ages of 12-13. I see the glory of GenX and saving the planet, but at the same time I really love my gadgets. Hello SLVR.

Anyway, hire us tweeners. Why? Because we'll opt to stay in Hostels during conferences. It's way cheaper and more fun for us. I'm staying in a hostel for ALA.

2006-04-04T21:47:00.000-05:00

Glee

Might be going to ALA New Orleans.

Love this.

3 more days.

2006-04-03T17:41:00.000-05:00

GA for a Full Year

That's right folks. I've been living in GA for an entire year (well from the time that I broke into the house I'm living in anyway). So the year in review: I moved. There was a hole. I went to VA. I went to NC. Lost a lawnmower. Went to MN. Went to Athens. Friends of mine made life. Friend came to visit. Other friend came to visit. Ran into grad school guy, which made life much more bearable. Mule Days. Biker Buddies. Went to KS for Thanksgiving. Went to KS for Christmas. Roommate for a month. Rattlesnake Roundup. New phone. Car Wreck. And friend visits again. Not to mention several trips to Savannah.

Have I changed greatly in the past year? I've gotten more whinny. I know that (and I hate it). I've gotten more hivey (and I hate that). In fact GA on the whole has not been good for me. Huh.

Perhaps this is the year that I'll turn it around. Perhaps.

T-minus 4 days till I leave for Key West. 5 days till my birthday. Buy me something.

2006-04-02T17:49:00.000-05:00

The new movie thoughts blog is up! That's exciting. Now you can tune in and listen to ramblings about my Netflix Queue, television habits, and forrays into the real world with current films in the theaters.

6 days till my birthday! I'd like some webspace for my birthday or world peace or the end of hunger or a gift certificate to amazon.

2006-03-31T17:51:00.000-05:00

Reality Bites?

I'm wrapping up my Ethan Hawke review. At least this portion of it. Today over chips & salsa I watched Reality Bites. According to the Netflix sleeve this is an irreverent romantic comedy featuring a small circle of friends suffering from post-collegiate blues must confront the hard truth about life, love, and the pursuit of gainful employment. Okay. Sure. Fine. However at the end of the film Winona's character still doesn't have a job, nor does Ethan Hawke's. In fact they are moving? somewhere without a dime/prospects for the future.

Somehow when I was 15 I didn't have a problem with this. Now at 26–a week till 27 I do. Perhaps it's the irreverent bit netflix was trying to tell me. I'm not sure. I don't think they came to terms with anything. The only thing that happened was that Winona lost her job and she decided to date her best friend. That's it. Now the true dealing with reality can begin.

I suppose I'm also annoyed that they never really addressed any of the issues. They skirted around them. Like the divorce thing. Oh no Janeane Garofalo's mother goes to the bathroom with the door open. Big fucking deal. That's what families do. Her argument is that is a sign of not having passion left, at least that's what I can extrapolate from it. I don't know.

If the film was made today what issues would be brought up? AIDS? Steve Zahn character's preference for having sex with other men? Marriage? Whether or not to accept Daddy's BMW? Perhaps I've become to jaded for this film. Or perhaps it never addressed reality at all.

2006-03-30T13:52:00.000-05:00

Got this picture of my cousin in the mail today. He broke his collarbone during the first game of the season so isn't playing anymore this year. I just cracked up at his pose though.

2006-03-30T09:25:00.000-05:00

Sleep Schedule

Ever since St. Patrick's Day my sleep schedule has been messed. That's what I get for eating dinner at 11pm and going to bed around 5am. Yesterday as I was wandering (wondering?) around a store looking for craft supplies I kept walking into displays because I was so tired. Now this is at 6pm. I went home and puttered around for 15 mintues contemplating a nap....then I was totally awake--untill 1am. It is so strange.

I'm wondering what time the brain shutdown will hit today. Hopefully I'm back on a normal schedule and it won't happen. We'll see though.

No word from Chicken Little.

2006-03-29T19:52:00.000-05:00

For Serious

Tonight I'm staying home. Check it. I'm there now. My goal this evening is to clean house. It's time to do laundry, I'd hit the bottom of the barrel for underwear (you know the ones that just don't fit right). First I stopped off at some stores to get crafting supplies. I know, I've become suburban--I'm crafting. I plan on creating my own postcards this weekend, along with a full size replica of myself, and a duct tape backpack. Don't worry I'll document all of it. Now, it's time to figure out why there is beer in my bedroom.

2006-03-29T01:05:00.000-05:00

Beer! We need more Beer!

Just got home from dinner & a beer. Crazy tasty sushi at Jasmine's with a couple of Asahi & then a after dinner Newcastle.

The talk tonight was about romance:
# love affair: a relationship between two lovers
# woo: make amorous advances towards; "John is courting Mary"
# romanticism: an exciting and mysterious quality (as of a heroic time or adventure)
# have a love affair with
# chat up: talk or behave amorously, without serious intentions; "The guys always try to chat up the new secretaries"; "My husband never flirts with other women"
# An intimate relationship between two people; a love affair.
# A strong obsession or attachment for something or someone.
# Love which is pure or beautiful.
# A mysterious, exciting, or fascinating quality.
# An embellished account of something; an idealized lie.

What exactly it is and example of it. This of course stemmed from last night when MF Chris said he wanted more romance. I spent all day consulting peers on what that means. Ultra Fitness Matt said, "going home in the middle of the day & hugging my wife." Kaleb's mom said it was a weekend away with lots of lovin. Delphos said, "well that's rather intangible isn't it?"

I also consulted the literature about it. Apparently the must read in the subject it this book. What have I learned in so far? That everyone's idea is different and it is really annoying that the light bulb in my bathroom is burnt out.

2006-03-28T11:17:00.000-05:00

Uncomfortable Silence

So last night post Waterworks I phone Chicken Little. She's up messing around doing nothing--I knew she would be, that's the way of graduate school. I chat to her on my drive back. MF Chris beeps in to tell me a tale of a Mishubishi Eclipse thinking it could stay on par with the Z--HA! I make it home. I hang up and putz around the house, finish inflating my new exercise ball and whatnot.

I randomly text some people. Chicken Little calls back. She can't really sleep. She asks for me not to hide when Chris calls or when I hang out with him. I said I hadn't been I just wasn't mentioning his name outright a-la the Trish-Ben situation a year & a half ago. We settle that. One thing leads to another and Chicken Little asks if I told Chris about Savannah. I say yes. UNCOMFORTABLE SILENCE.

She asks if it was to hurt her. I say no. I was hurt and upset and need insight to someone who knew her better to help me see what I wasn't. UNCOMFORTABLE SILENCE.

She then goes on to tell me that somehow I had been put in the ranks of sisters, best friend-ever in her mind and by telling Chris the happenings of the weekend that was backstabbing. I say, wow. Thanks, but you are still in the I know this girl level of friendship for me and that it takes a lot to move past that. (Well it takes a week of drunken talks really--we've only done 4 days; 3 more days!) UNCOMFORTABLE SILENCE.

We talk a little more about random bullshit, quoting The Princess Bride and whatnot. More discussion of what our friendship is and more UNCOMFORTABLE SILENCE. Luckily it was quite late & I was practically asleep so I didn't notice the UNCOMFORTABLE SILENCES that much.

Today we shall see if we are still friends or not. Who knows.

2006-03-28T01:49:00.000-05:00

Monday Night

I meant to come home. Perhaps vacuum. Clean Gretchen and go to bed early. Instead I ended up at Waterworks with MF Chris laughing at drunk Patrick and being told all about Brothers and their white party.

Whatever.

I will maintain that MF Chris's wedding debacle when a little like this:

Hot Chick: Oooo Chris. You're hot. Let's do the horizontal mambo.

MF Chris: No. I am an upright citizen and do not dance.

Hot Chick: Please, please, please. I'll pay you.

MF Chris: You, madam, may be intoxicated and as a gentleman I shall escort you home and nothing more.

Hot Chick: Are you sure you don't want to do me in the ass? I like it in the ass.

MF Chris: Perhaps I should call the doctors it appears you are speaking in tongues.

Hot Chick: Fuck it. I should have just hooked up with the guy who was picking his butt.

2006-03-27T21:05:00.000-05:00

2006-03-27T17:44:00.000-05:00

Woot

Dad's out of the hospital. He still has a partially collasped lung, but he's much better.

I found Bad Boy Ben's info.

The most awesomenest company. Who wouldn't want to be part of the A-Team. (thanks to ultra-fitness Matt)

And my first birthday card & present. Which due to a problem with blogger will be posted later.

2006-03-26T14:15:00.000-05:00

The drama continues

Seriously I keep trying to de-stress my life. It just isn't working. My dad fell off a sawhorse last Tuesday. He hit a 4X4. He ended up breaking two ribs and puncturing a lung. I found this out on Friday when he finally went to the emergency room. So it was back to Savannah this weekend.

Of course I picked up Sarah Friday afternoon. She was in perfect condition. It was great. Then outside of Jesup I hit a opposum and it broke off a screen/vent on my bumper. Let me tell you if I hadn't already killed it I would do so now. So vengence was already mine.

My dad is doing better now. He'll get out of the hospital tomorrow and continue to heal. Quite frankly I don't want to have to do that again. So anyway...that's what's going on. Any questions...give me a call.

2006-03-24T11:08:00.000-05:00

Yes this is the actual local newspaper.

2006-03-24T08:28:00.000-05:00

Recovered?

Hopefully I'm all recovered from last weekend, just in time for this weekend eh? I dozed off last night with 4:45 left in the DUKE-LSU game. Duke was ahead when I fell asleep I swear. Now that Duke somehow lost (did the gods intervene?) my bracket is seriously shot to hell. Gonzaga was suppose to win as well. And hello, Bradley what the hell happened to you? You beat my team and then let Memphis take you down? You are no Ray.

Anyway I'm going to get my car after work today. That and my photos developed from the past three weeks. Whee! Hopefully I'll have enough time/will power/money to chill out at a coffeeshop and read/work. You know me and work.

Oh, for those of you in academic library land it looks like we'll get accredited. I don't know how. The only thing that got cited for the library was lack of staff. I scoffed and said, staff who worked you mean. Anyway, the SACS committee recommended another librarian and believe me I'll send the word out if that actually happens. You know I could use some help/another sane person in town. And I totally have an extra bedroom for an adult-type person.

2006-03-23T17:20:00.000-05:00

This would be an awesome birthday present. Think of all the good times that could be had!

2006-03-23T08:54:00.000-05:00

Dreams & Death Wishes

I've been having some weird dreams over the past few nights. It started Saturday night with a dream featuring a movie theater, MF Chris, Boyd's dog, Carrot Top, & a time vortex. I am still not sure what was going on.

Last night I dreamt of Caracles & Lauren in a log cabin. They were either working on a paper or online trivia I couldn't tell while berating me for being late to vacation. Weird.

Some people have death wishes, I may be one of those. I drove the shitty Ford Fuckus for the past two weeks. How is that a death wish you ask? Well I'm pretty damn sure the axel bit of the front driver wheel is loose. I can feel the tire vibrate side to side when I drive and it makes this whomping noise. Now, did I take it back and change it for one that doesn't do this? No. I drive it to Jacksonville. I drive it to Macon. I drive it to Savannah. The entire time thinking if that wheel comes off I'll probably die...thank goodness I'm wearing clean underwear.

Kickin Chicken Little's car had the same sort of problem only it was the rear passenger wheel. I had the boys take a look and fix it. Why? Because her dying on the road isn't kosher.

Also my neighborhood isn't the greatest. I know this. I've had a lawnmower stolen. My neighbors had people snooping around their house. I don't lock my door. When I'm home the door is unlocked. Probably really dangerous.

Nevermind my blowdryer in the bathtub or use of fork to remove bread from the still plugged in toaster. Oh yes, and I ride a motorcycle.

I recently responded to one of those list emails where it asked where I saw myself in ten years: dead. But that's what I said ten years ago.

2006-03-21T19:09:00.000-05:00

Biker Chicks

Sometimes in this rock-n-roll life I really act like a girl. Shocker I know. Over St. Patrick's Day I went all crazy girl too. I got pissy for really no reason. The basketball pissy-ness just added to my girl pissy-ness.

Kickin Chicken Little hooked up. I did not. Normally that's a sho-gun-nai. This weekend, however it sort of pushed me over the edge. Torrents of rage and tears were shed over not pulling. WTF! I'm blaming the black vodka shots for breakfast. I've talked to Kickin Chicken Little and things are okay. I don't blame her because that would really be irrational.

In other news, the SACS team is poking around the campus this week. Today I got to define my job for them. Fun! Especially since after I did that the woman obviously didn't listen because she referred to another library staff member on something that I designed and maintain. Grumble.

T-minus 2.5 weeks till Key West.

2006-03-20T20:46:00.000-05:00

Kickin Chicken

I will let the digital photos speak for themselves.

(edit: the photos are in a better display now. losing all my ftp software when the computer died is hurtin)

Quote: Girls who drink Kickin Chicken can't even pretend to be good.

Quote: Well I can check that off my list.

Neat toy from Microsoft...go figure.

2006-03-15T23:16:00.000-05:00

Tomorrow I'm leaving for Savannah. Woot.

The people operating on Sarah phoned today. She should be ready by the middle of next week. That's cool.

Watched Closer & Love, Honour, & Obey this evening. Both sucked in their own ways. Love...was better because Jonny Lee Miller was in it and I do love Jonny Lee.

Changed the batteries in the carbon monoxide detector as the other ones were making the thing beep hella loud. I could here it from the car. No there isn't any carbon monoxide in the house, the batteries were just low.

Going to sleep to dream of super-saturated green ferns, uncomfortable midgets, & disneyland.

2006-03-14T22:45:00.000-05:00

Happy Pi Day

Tonight I had dinner with David. I learned about the seedy underbelly of food service. Apparently I always worked in the up and up kinds of places.

MF Chris said he would burn pi into his yard; I'm waiting for photographic proof.

Bear is confused about why I'm upset. He asked about it today and quite frankly I'm not ready to tell him that it was the way he brought up his love interest. He did it the way someone would who doesn't want to upset another person. He did it the way you would hanging out with a recent ex. That's what pissed me off. That and the 40 year old virgin.

I've had a bad appletini & cosmo this evening. Thus I'm chatty.

Pi Day Song

Refrain:
Pi day songs
All day long.
Oh, what fun it is,
To sing a jolly pi day song
in a fun math class
like this. (Repeat )

Verse:
Circles in the snow,
Around and round we go.
How far did we have to run?
Diameter times pi! (Refrain ) from link

2006-03-13T22:19:00.000-05:00

Just heard from my dad. He spent last weekend in Daytona for Bike Week. Apparently it was quite an experience including a topless 60-year-old (gross). I said, thanks for calling sooner to let me know you weren't one of the 18. Whatever though.

The countdown to St. Patrick's is on. The word is #4 will be fixed up and ready for me & Carly to stay there. I haven't been there since before Grandma died. & the word on the street is that everyone is partying at #3 now instead of Elfin & Brigette's; I say good they need some sleep. Here's to looking forward to bloody mary's in the morning & ICB all night long.

2006-03-13T14:34:00.000-05:00

Go Geeky for a Minute with Me

So I was talking to Firebreather Jen the other day and Office 2007 came up. She said that the toolbars would be gone. I panicked, but then thought...wait a tick, perhaps they'll be replaced with something better. They wouldn't just remove them. And check it out they did.

I'm personally quite excited about the new office and perhaps I'll hold off on replacing the computer till it's available.

2006-03-12T22:49:00.000-05:00

2006-03-12T17:18:00.000-05:00

Big 12 Champs!

Countdown to the Bracket Announcement is on.

I do love Selection Sunday.

2006-03-12T01:46:00.000-05:00

Oh...this got picked up by a big distribution company so I might get to see it soon. Woot.

2006-03-12T01:29:00.000-05:00

The Day in Review

I woke up early around 10am. I talked to Lola, she was going horseback riding. I got out of bed around noon. I pissed around my house for a bit.

I went to the library around 12:30. I did some work there and checked out a laptop...seeing how mine isn't functioning so well these days. On the way back I stopped and took pictures of the azaleas in bloom, along with the japanese garden on campus and a cherry tree that's in blossom.

I decided not to go to dinner with the Dixie Bikers partly because I'm a little scared of the roads to Tallahassee/Monticello and party because I'm broke. I made tacos instead and worked while watching UNC lose and KU win.

Bear called and invited me over. I thought, he get out of the house...cool. So I packed up work and headed over. We ended up renting possibly the most depressing film ever. I left shortly after its conclusion and am now debating whether or not to bother waking up tomorrow...as I could just sleep through till Monday.

2006-03-11T13:03:00.000-05:00

Yesterday pre-bizarreO car wreck I went down to visit my own wrecked car.
Sarah was fine for the most part. She's definitely in good hands. I talked to the guy who was welding her parts back. He was surprised about how hard I was hit as stuff was really squished. I asked about the frame and he said it was fine. The radiator is fine. So that's good news. And she should be all put together Monday afternoon. Woot.

The guys will start painting her later in the week and I may possibly have her back Thursday or Friday. Now that's a good St. Patrick's Day gift. I pulled some music out of her as though I dig the latest Cake, Franz, & the last 2 Skinnee J's it was time for a change. I took some pictures of Sarah and bid her adieu.

The people at the body shop were very nice and wished more customers were like me. Apparently everyone expects their car to be fixed in a week, whereas I'm shocked that it'll be ready in a little less than 3.

Visiting B&N and spend too much money. I have an illness. I'm a book fiend. I got infinite ascent, the art of the infinite, guns, germs & steel, and another Alexander the Great biography.

I also got the first role of film developed from my new camera. That was exciting. Then it was off to Monticello to see the community theater do On Golden Pond. It was surprising good.

DS Wes & Jennifer were there. We chatted post performance and then Chris & I headed to Waterworks for a beer and some food. Mmmm food.

2006-03-11T02:54:00.000-05:00

What is this? Some sort of high school when bad things happen movie?

So I'm on my way home from Monticello. I really have to pee. There is nothing open in Monticello after oh about 9pm. So I get out of town a good distance and away from other cars. I pull over on Fulford Street and get out to go to the bathroom. After a nice long urination I get back in the car. I crank the Everclear and am on my way.

I'm rocketing up 19 when I see an overturned car on the other lane (southbound). I go up and turn around at the first available spot. Sure enough it's an overturned car. I stop, put on the hazard lights and get out. Three kids come walking up from a field asking for a ride. I ask if they are okay. They say sure. I ask if I need to call someone; they say no. They ask for a ride. I think, okay a bunch of high school (probably) kids in a wreck, obviously drunk/high...what are they going to do? Run. I say okay.

Another car pulls up as they are throwing beer & whiskey into my car. The people in the other car get out and call 911. I see/realize they are doing this and think good. I get the kids into my car, promising to take them wherever they want...as long as it's a hospital. I go down a dirt road they ask for. I turn around. I come back to the site of the wreck. They say, please don't stop the police are coming.

They discuss reporting the car stolen. I don't say anything. I start driving to the hospital. The girl is obviously injured. Probably a broken arm...who knows what else. My car is starting to smell of gasoline from the kids.

I pull into Archbold. I tell the girl to get out. She needs medical attention. I walk them into the emergency room and say, she hurt her arm. Please help her. I leave her and her boyfriend Neil (?) to check in and get help. I go back to my car where the driver, Vincent (?) is. He gets out of the car and goes into the hospital. I call 911 and tell them I have the people from the wreck and where I am.

The driver comes out of the hospital and starts walking away. I ask where he's going, he says to a friends. He asks if I called the fuzz, I said no; don't be silly.

The police arrive shortly. I calmed myself by calling Firebreather Jen to tell her what went down. I tell the police everything, including the whiskey (Jack) and beer (Bud-cans) in my car. I don't know where they got it...from the wreck. I tell them about the kid who left and which way he went. I tell them they talked about setting the car on fire (not mine, theirs) and saying it was stolen. I tell them I wanted to make sure the kids were okay and still do the right thing--knowing that I shouldn't have let them leave the scene but was concerned that they would run.

They say thank you. They take down my information. They get the stuff out of my car. I say everything but the evian bottle and hanger is theirs. The officer dropped a beer and asked me to pick it up. I did; I even resisted asking if I could keep it, you know for reporting it (I didn't do it; don't worry).

I ask if there is anything else I can do to help. They say no. I say, so can I go? They say yes. One of the kids, Neil is looking at me like I'm the devil. His mother showed up and was covering for him--is that what a good mother does? She looks at me like I'm a traitor. Perhaps I am. Perhaps I'm just an upright citizen who wants to help, even if that means acting like I'll let the kids just walk away when I know I'll call the police. Perhaps I was just covering my ass.

What if this goes to trial? Will I be called to court? What would this go to trial for? Oooo questions.

2006-03-10T10:38:00.000-05:00

Went to see a bad movie again last night. You know I'm a sucker for bad movies.

Afterward went to Kool Beanz for dinner. It was fancy food and I just wasn't in the mood for fancy food. I got the lettuce wedge which was true to it's name and an actual wedge of lettuce. It was good.

Then it was over to Waterworks for some beer. I had a couple. Meegan joined MF Chris, Boyd, & I. Ended up making small talk with some guy named Hector who was pretty cool. Got home and crashed by 12:30am.

Today debating on how much housework I'm really going to do. Gretchen smells like an old woman, so my main goal is to track that shit down.

2006-03-09T14:05:00.000-05:00

The problem with bad presentations is that they aren't inspiring.

Last night I was talking with Saeri about the impending retirement of library directors and how the woman who's been in reference for the last 25 years doesn't have the skills/ability to step up. So what happens? Hire someone like myself or Gorilla to take over--if only. No, probably hire an MBA to take care of the budget and keep everyone else where they are. How depressing. I bring this up because the presentation today was done by the library director. Boy I felt like I was back in high school with the presentation style. Much of it was read of the powerpoint and what little wasn't was disheartening and negative--much along the lines of it has to be done so we are doing it, not the check it out what we are doing!

This further wish that he gets that other job and leaves. This could be an awesome little college. We just need some people who care and will do their job.

2006-03-08T09:00:00.000-05:00

Introverted or Just Annoyed?

From Justin I read Caring for Your Introvert. This made me think about whether I'm an introvert or an extrovert. I've decided that I'm neither. I'm the neuter of vertness. Or perhaps I'm a transvert. I don't find social events draining, but after a week or so I need a little me time; preferably with a nice latte and some sort of thought provoking reading material--none of that Dan Brown crap.

Yesterday's library meeting/conference/workshop was draining. Why? Because all of the whinny librarians going...but what? I don't understand. How do I update the Union Listing? Gah. That and I was all about getting in getting the information and getting out, not lolling gagging about. That's it I say. All of you useless elder generation freaking retire!

Anyway...off to contemplate whether I want a laptop or desktop to replace my now dead ibm.

2006-03-06T10:36:00.000-05:00

Monday

So Soon? Where did the weekend go? Oh yes, that's right Delphos was in town and madness was a foot.Thursday evening was a bit of a bender starting at Billard's with chili dogs and beer, moving to Foggy Bottom with darts, pool, beer, & jameson's, and then ending over at Bear's house with beer and whataburger. Good times.

Friday morning was painful, for me at least. Breakfast at the waffle shop. Then we decided to head to Wakulla Springs. We went on the boat tour and saw loads of animals. I learned about the different movies filmed there.

We ate at Olive Garden, because when you are there, you're family for dinner and then went back to Gretchen for a disco nap. The plan was to go see MF Chris' play, but tiredness and the desire for ice cream prevailed so we ended up going to see the best movie ever.

We did meet up with Chris & Meegan at Cool Grindz later to hear this story. Much like the David Fincher story and the slapping my ass we'll see if he remembers/claims in 3 months.

Saturday Delphos & I went to the swamp. Post alligator watching and Olde Time Country Buffet there was bowling and rollerskating. It was so like being in junior high again, except this time I could drive. The rollerskating was the scariest thing all day, due to little 12 demons. The best part was when one of them ran directly into the pinball machine with his ass. I laughed hard.

When drove over to Jacksonville to check out the ocean and wait for her flight. Delphos ended up springing for a hotel room because she wanted some sleep. I dropped her off at the airport around 5am and was back in T-ville by 7:30 and asleep shortly there after.

2006-03-02T17:28:00.000-05:00

2006-03-02T16:33:00.000-05:00

Whee Insurance!

So the truck I'm driving around sure does look spiffy, but I hate it. The alarm for fastening your seatbelt does not shut off, I feel like I'm in Jett's truck, even though my seatbelt is indeed fastened; and it smells.

I have a mild neck sprain, so aspirin & moist heat as recommended by my doctor.

Sarah is in the shop and new parts have been ordered. When they arrive I'll have a better time line for getting her back all fixed and ?better? than brand new. She'll be the bionic car!

In other news today I judged extemporaneous speaking for Brookewood. I got to listen to fantastic speeches about justifying financial commitments to space exploration, what organization should be held responsible for childhood obesity, and Homeland Security distribution. What did I learn? That all the kids in this particular event are rabid republicans, some with a touch of crazy. One kid alluded to the moon landing being faked. Wow.

2006-03-01T11:06:00.000-05:00

update: my face hurts. like really hurts.

2006-03-01T10:05:00.000-05:00

Poor Sarah

Today I was in a car accident. I was struck about a block from my house. It was a Cadillac and hit my right front fender and basically squishing my car. Drat. I'm fine. I think. I have a headache, but that could be from hunger/lack of water. Sarah is not okay. Sarah is not drivable. She's been towed to the dealership. Hopefully she'll be back up and running very soon. Sigh.

2006-02-28T22:33:00.000-05:00

Stupidity: 1 Logic: 0

These things happen. Today the Ex emailed me. He started emailing me this year, as in 2006. Why? I don't know. All of the emails say the same thing, I love you; I miss you; I'll always love you; blah blah blah. Only slightly inappropriate since he is married with child. Anyway today's email requested my phone number. My phone number! The one that goes with my new rockin' SVLR. WTF Mate?

What do I do? Like an idiot I give it to him. Stupidity: 1. I told him in reply email that I wouldn't answer for the rest of this week. Still STUPID/ But it's not like it is Becks stupid.

This goes so well with my stressful job. That's right Mother Bitches my job is stressful. The BBC said so!

Perhaps I'll go do my job for a cool company instead.

And now for a random fact about Chuck Norris: The sweat from Chuck Norris' testicles is considered a delicacy in certain regions of Guatemala.

2006-02-27T22:16:00.000-05:00

Quote of the day:

The demons that could only be killed by urinating directly onto them, dissolving and screeching in a steaming mass of flesh, like the Wicked Witch of the West melting, if the Land of Oz was an underground fetish club designed by George A. Romero.

from AKA

2006-02-27T22:02:00.000-05:00

Smells like Feet

Today was interesting. People actually asked me for help and I was able to do so. However helping people has made my feet smell and not like cheetos (the cheese that goes crunch) as was prone to happen in the past.

Trying to clean up Gretchen for Delphos's impending arrival. Slowly but surely I have gotten the kitchen less gross. Tomorrow is the lawn--I know I've been saying that for a week, but I'm serious this time and vacuuming. Whee!

Oh yes, one more work related thing. Student Worker H showed up today to tell him that he quit. How annoying. Not even two weeks notice. I'm irked. There is no way he'd get a good recommendation from me. That shit isn't cool.

2006-02-26T15:48:00.000-05:00

Do you know how I know you're gay?

The weekend rocked. The Mardi Gras party on Friday was loads of fun. Hanging out with the university people was interesting and I got to hear some inside scoop on the politics at play. & I somehow left with more alcohol than I showed up with: score.

I ended up going to Bear's house, as I had to drop him off anyway. Three beers later when I was really drunk I asked him to stop flirting with me. He seemed a little shocked, but agreed. He's a nice guy and I like him, but it's easier to be friends with someone when they aren't flirting with you. He did cut me off from the beer, which was fine, but he was a bit of a dick about it. Even saying perhaps we shouldn't discuss this now as you won't remember it. HA! I've been that drunk and I wasn't quite there.

Of course he woke up early and headed out. I whined and he let me sleep longer. I was horribly, horribly hungover. I had a fever break that's how hungover I was. What did I learn? White castle burgers are not a good idea when drunk.

Saturday I rested/recovered for most of the day. I also watched Eraserhead. I watched the whole thing. Some said I wouldn't do it, but ha I did. And it is very David Lynch. Very much so.

Anyway post-Eraserhead I talked to MF Chris and we decided food was a good idea. Originally it was going to be italian, but there was a wait and fuck that shit; mexican is good/home/perfect anyway with no wait. We split a pitcher of margaritas and enjoyed delicious mexican-stylin food.

Bear had invited us over to hang out so we decided to take him up on that. We stopped by the liquor store to pick up fancy beer (you know not cheap-nasty American stuff). I got a bottle of "grocery store" chiraz out of the truck that was banging around and we set off. We were discussing bad boys versus the nice guys when we pulled up at Bear's house and a comment about moisturizer was made. This pretty much set the tone for the evening--anyone who uses not one but two moisturizers while shaving...well GAY.

I had a great time and it was cool to see two people chat and declare friendship. Oh and Bear's new guitar is very nice. Plus, in the WWE tradition here's the myspace for Butch Walker, this guy that Bear has been going on about for the past week or so.

Anything else? Not so much. MF Chris did give me the camera as promised back at New Year's so I'll be all over taking pictures of stuff! Word.

2006-02-24T18:16:00.000-05:00

Way to Go Self

Instead of mowing the lawn or going to the gym what do I do? I go to Beef's and get plied with beer. Of course I am wearing the Free State Brewery shirt that claims, "without beer things do not seem to go as well." Doh.

It's cool. I'll eat some chicken and then go to the Mardi Gras party. MF Chris has backed out, but I didn't really expect him to pull through either. John is going, so at least 3 people will be there. Rock fist up!

Um....that's all I got.

2006-02-23T21:07:00.000-05:00

Damn You Personalization

I can't figure out what ringtone I want on my phone. Well, that's not true, I know which one I want, I created it thanks to Wired. However, since I don't exactly have the SLVR all tricked out with a memory card yet I'm having issues, plus I get one free ringtone from Cingular. Any suggestions?

2006-02-22T00:18:00.000-05:00

Note to self: no more thinking about/talking about work. It's just easier that way.

I don't get pissy and people don't start acting funny around me.

Delphos is coming to visit next week. That should be loads of fun.

& there is a Mardi Gras party on Friday. That will be good.

2006-02-21T14:24:00.000-05:00

Is it the placement of my desk? Or what?

I am treated as a secretary by the student and half of the faculty. I am not asked actual library questions. They ask the student assistants (which have been told repeatedly to refer them to me) or Tao or Krystal.

Plus, I've started noticing this more and more. African-American students will go directly to Krystal for help. Even though 9 out of 10 times she tells them the wrong thing, I know this because I pay attention and they end up coming to me for help. They go to Tao for help on software that he doesn't know anything about or for tech questions when that isn't what they are really asking.

I guess it's the reference librarian in me that gets pissed off. I butt in a lot and help; but the times I don't the student ends up coming to me later anyway. And quite frankly I'm pissed off about it.

I'm about ready to chart the breakdowns in the library, putting my systems analysis class to direct use.

2006-02-21T10:43:00.000-05:00

Mmmm Blame Game

MF Chris so rudely interrupted my dream last night. No he didn't phone or text or IM he showed up in my dream completely uninvited. Dreaming about friends creeps me out. My normal dreams of pedaphiles and murders are strange enough-when I start dreaming about dating friends; it's a sign I need help.

I blame him for this. It must be his fault. I don't know how, but it is. And for some reason he isn't accepting the blame. What's up with that?

2006-02-20T10:50:00.000-05:00

Damn, I've gotten Wordy

Perhaps it's the lack of very cold weather or more likely it's because I only talk to people once a week or so. Not the small-talk/work-talk but the discussion of ideas talk. Anyway...

Watched T3 last night. And yes it is my favorite. I don't care what anyone else says.

Saeri says that Lewis & I are dating. I disagree, because seriously can you date someone through IM? And if we are dating, then I'm definitely cheating on him with Jett and text messaging.

Been looking at my vacation calendar & I think I'm going to have to cancel at least half of it due to a shortage of funds. Which totally sucks. I really wanted to go back to Lawrence in May. Damn you shopping/eat/living large habit!

2006-02-19T17:14:00.000-05:00

Damn You ILS

further proof that I am indeed a Librarian

Ok, first off I'm cold. Now I could turn on my heat and remedy that, but do you know how much gas is? Forget that, I have to pay for my phone. I'd rather be chilly than non-stylish. Being cold isn't what is bugging me though. It's the bloody ILS.

Being the type of person that I am, you know wanting to see things become more user friendly and better designed and whatnot, I've decided to undertake a bit of a project at the library. This is not like building the website or organizing the periodicals. Oh no. This is inventory. This is shelf reading. This is major.

First things first, get the shelf list. This took 2.5 days. Why? Because the ILS that we use is old. And it just isn't cut out for a university library. And we are so broke that we can't afford to A)get the online opac for the ILS we own or B)change ILS to something a bit more robust.

Anyway, I finally figured out how to generate the shelf list in call number order. I do this. I say Print Motherfucker! It prints the first 80 pages and stops. I say don't generate the list, just Print Motherfucker! It spools for 3 hours and then only prints the first 80 pages. Okay. Fine. I generate the shelf list and then transfer (copy & paste) it into 9 different Word documents. Whee. But wait, the format from the .txt file is all sorts of messed up. So I am now going through line by line and reformatting it. I've done one of the files in-so-far, cutting it from 125 pages to 44. 8 more to go. Great.

So if I seem a little cranky it's because of this. I wanted to have at least three of them done for Monday so I can stick my students on it. Work goes by much faster if you have work to do.

Countdown to St. Patrick's: 26 Days.

Oh, MF Chris redid his site. Isn't it nice?

2006-02-16T09:02:00.000-05:00

All praise the Inner Geek

I think I've figured out what I want to do forever and ever, or at least for a couple of years. Systems/Information Architecture. Doesn't that sound interesting. Designing the systems in the library including, but not limited to ILS, floor design, websites. Now if I could just figure out which job that is.

In other news the Ex emailed me yesterday. This is very odd. He really shouldn't be emailing me. He is married and with child now.

And Irish Pet showed up last night to get her shit, which she still didn't get all of. I told her it was Wednesday and that our deal was for Monday. She looked shocked that I even said that. Then I said, you are lucky that I didn't throw it away yet as was my plan Tuesday night--instead I went over to Bear's for some beer.

Watched Kinsey last night. Now I'm trying to remember everything I've heard about him. Time to dig into the research I guess.