A private library with a public purpose
In Which Your Humble Blogger could also mention the question of day trading, and then there’s the woman who I think is just insane, but expensively so.
Category: libraries
Mostly, people don’t take stuff. Mostly.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is frustrated and annoyed, and is not allowed to employ the technique of slapthology.
Information, Technology, Communication: choose two
In Which Your Humble Blogger just sat here, blinking, like a dumb statue or a breathing stone, and looked dreadful pale, although that last is my natural state, particularly since it has been raining for a week.
Working Around (and around and around)
In Which Your Humble Blogger is very very bad at time management. No, worse than that.
My Sympathy is with the Prof.
Comments Off on My Sympathy is with the Prof.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds a story too good not to pass along, but does not vouch for its historical accuracy.
An Awkward Moment
In Which Your Humble Blogger wishes that it just never happened, and I didn’t need to think about it.
Looking Down
Your Humble Blogger exposes himself, as it were.
My Job, and Not My Job
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds a tremendous division of duty in a seven-word question.
Back to Banned
In Which Your Humble Blogger is a bat who is a bird, in this case, and don’t you forget it.
Long time coming
In Which Your Humble Blogger heard a story from someone who used to work at the library where it happened, although not until after the bloodstains had been washed out.