Let's all take a moment

for a little R&R.

Mr. ICantPayMyFines and I are making it official after six long-ass years. We'll be gone for a couple of weeks while we tie a knot or two and drink some well deserved libations. I've been eating pineapple for the past month and a half trying to squeeze my fat ass into a tiny wedding dress.

Love you all.

It was a good week here at this branch. Lots of good blogging material has come from it.

Patron: I need to renew this Deadwood DVD. Geez, never watch Deadwood when you're drunk. You'll never remember who stabbed who.
Librarian Words to live by. Thank you.

Isn't that a Pixie's lyric?

We have a computer class for senior citizens. It's extra cute. They have sugar free cookies and decaf coffee and make jokes with eachother about how proud their kids are of them for finally taking a computer class. Most of them do not know how to even use a mouse when they get here.

Yesterday we had one such class and there was a woman that seemed a little out of it. She was nice, thanked the teacher at the end, and didn't seem out of the ordinary otherwise. She called about a half an hour later and said:
Patron: I can't take the class anymore. I was very disturbed in my mind the whole time.

Amazing Names Thursday

Willie?
Willi?
Willy?
nope.
Wlee

Specifics don't really matter that much

If you don't work at the library, no expects you to know and use all the library and literary jargen, as you might have guessed from my previous post. Another hilarious example happened today that had me blinking before I could answer. A woman came up to the circulation desk and said:

Patron: Is this the circulatory system?
Me: Um, yes. Yes, it is.

Don't mind her, she doesn't know what she's talking about

Mom: My daughter has to write a bibliography about a famous person.
Daughter: A biography, Mom. 

Mom looks at daughter like it's cute that she's using the wrong word, even though it sounds similar. Daughter looks at Mom like she crawled out of the primordial soup just this morning. They both roll their eyes at eachother. 

Mom: Like I said, she needs to write a bibliography about a famous person. Ooh! Look, honey! A book about Hannah Montana!