I have nothing to say about that other than to congratulate everyone involved on their full body ping pong tourney. One time I came in fifth place in a ping pong tournament and got nothing.
Lyndon B. Johnson
"If one morning I walked on top of the water across the Potomac River, the headline that afternoon would read "President Can't Swim"."
This kinda summed up my feelings all day. No proof of anyone actively against me, just general feeling of not getting anything right.
This is the only time I will ever consciously talk about hipsters, mostly because I read this article and felt I should chime in. Every generation has its entitled group of assholes. They are called 20 year olds. They know everything, they have realized they have control over some things, and yet do not have a sense of personality. Punk, grunge, hippies, mods, beats and a dozen more countercultures are all full of assholes who repeatedly tell you they do not care what you think while keeping an eye on what you care about and probably could use a shave and a bath. This new breed, the hipster, is just a little more obnoxious about it and why wouldn’t they be? They were grown in social awareness hubs subsisting on Ritalin and Mountain Dew watching the analog world become digital. They cling to old and mix-matched shit to cobble together a sense of identity in a niche world.
As far as hipster librarians go? If that’s how you want to define yourself, sure, why not? As long as you’re not an asshole about it, I’m fine with people embracing what makes them happy. Just remember the library is not about you or your friends but about the community at large. As a rule, the community at large can be a force of good and a bunch of dumb sumbitches about what they do and do not like. Serve them well with what they want for entertainment and information. That’s your job, not making sure they know you know that they don’t know.
I bought and drank some Earl Grey tea. When I made this note yesterday, I had more to say about this subject, but at this moment I have no idea what that was. I like tea. Hot, cold and room temperature. Always sweetened. Nothing really crazy about that.
I can not imagine why in the world I would talk about tea. Despite a five minute wiki search on why it is called “Earl Grey” (there was this Earl named Grey, it was a whole thing), I have nothing more to say. Sorry for wasting your time.
Also, I still spell the color with an "e" instead of an "a" and people tell me I am wrong. Those people can suck it. Just suck all the tea and the grey crayons in the respective boxes.
Nerdist - Charlie Hunnam
I learned a lot in this interview with the actor that plays Jax Teller. I love Sons of Anarchy and really liked Undeclared, so getting a glimpse into this actor’s life and ideas was fun and informative. Not as funny as this show can get, but very informative (especially about Vlad the Impaler).
Sixty-six (66) years ago today, The Roswell Daily Record warned us all about the damn alien invasion. Then the government, headed up by the secret Illuminati figures of Zombie Abraham Lincoln and Vampire Robert E. Lee covered it up from their secret compound in the desert, Area 9 ¾. The Truth is Owl Bears!
As for the little game imbedded in the Google Doodle? Yeah, I beat it. I’m a rock star.
I have heard it said that everything should just be digitized and the physical copies thrown out. There’s a reason for that: it saves time and space. Now I won’t tell you I know the specifics about what is going on in Detroit, but I have had to make a decision about throwing away a book or two in my day. That decision was never made lightly (except when that copy of Twilight came back with a ripped cover and pages torn out and I held a memorial barbecue slash cremation). And there were times when we would throw things out and people would be appalled. But then again, they were not up for raising taxes to build on an extension to house all the crap they wanted to keep. In fact, they kept lowering our budget. Hmmmmm.
That's all I got for today.