Mayhap/Quizilla = OTP!

I am so glad that CIPA and Bess are conspiring to protect me from Quizilla, which is a pernicious purveyor of quizspam. They care about your friendspage! Doesn't that make you feel warm and fuzzy?

No, actually, they associate Quizilla with Sex. Which, you know, I can totally see. Quizilla tells me that I'm a Slytherclaw loner destined to marry Lucius Malfoy and write terza rima and eat sour candy or something, and next thing you know, I'm humping it enthusiastically and making distracting moaning noises. Do you want that going on in your library?

There are five of us working tonight (four fully-fledged pages and one girl who's still tagging) and no books for us to put away. I spent almost two hours sticking "LI" stickers on the spines of juvenile easy books because I couldn't find anything else to do.

And now I'm on, um, the break that ate Tokyo.

Edit: And ... it turns out that the computers at the library exist in some kind of time warp. So technically, I wasn't using the internet on my break. I was using the internet over a week ago, before the library was even open in the morning. Go me!

Mayhap/Quizilla = OTP!

I am so glad that CIPA and Bess are conspiring to protect me from Quizilla, which is a pernicious purveyor of quizspam. They care about your friendspage! Doesn't that make you feel warm and fuzzy?

No, actually, they associate Quizilla with Sex. Which, you know, I can totally see. Quizilla tells me that I'm a Slytherclaw loner destined to marry Lucius Malfoy and write terza rima and eat sour candy or something, and next thing you know, I'm humping it enthusiastically and making distracting moaning noises. Do you want that going on in your library?

There are five of us working tonight (four fully-fledged pages and one girl who's still tagging) and no books for us to put away. I spent almost two hours sticking "LI" stickers on the spines of juvenile easy books because I couldn't find anything else to do.

And now I'm on, um, the break that ate Tokyo.

Edit: And ... it turns out that the computers at the library exist in some kind of time warp. So technically, I wasn't using the internet on my break. I was using the internet over a week ago, before the library was even open in the morning. Go me!

Starting Gaily

Someone--I have yet to catch them in the act--keeps filling up the display at my library which is clearly designate for books which have been distinguished by a Pulizer, Booker or Nobel with romance novels of the lowest and trashiest order. I keep removing these and replacing them with books that have actually been, you know, so distinguished. I don't know what, exactly. is so hard about this.

I was distressed to discover that the library had apparently divested itself of one of the funniest books I had ever read. I did manage to find the full text online, a medium more suitable for sharing with you all at any rate, but it just isn't the same as the lovely old copy the library had.

The Young Visiters, or Mr. Salteena's Plan is a perfect specimen of a novel, complete and entire for all that it is rather brief, written in 1890 by Daisy Ashford, age 8, with the original orthography lovingly reproduced. It opens thusly:

Mr. Salteena was an elderly man of 42 and was fond of asking peaple to stay with him. He had quite a young girl staying with him of 17 named Ethel Monticue. Mr Salteena had dark short hair and mustache and wiskers which were very black and twisty. He was middle sized and he had very pale blue eyes. He had a pale brown suit but on Sundays he had a black one and he had a topper every day as he thorght it more becoming. Ethel Monticue had fair hair done on the top and blue eyes. She had a blue velvit frock which had grown rarther short in the sleeves. She had a black straw hat and kid gloves.

Evidently, the BBC produced a TV version last year with Jim Broadbent and Hugh Laurie, which pleases me more than I can say. Somehow, I must manage to see this. There are some pictures and things here.

In conclusion, a quiz: ( I am The Name of the Rose! It's awfully papery in here. )

Starting Gaily

Someone--I have yet to catch them in the act--keeps filling up the display at my library which is clearly designate for books which have been distinguished by a Pulizer, Booker or Nobel with romance novels of the lowest and trashiest order. I keep removing these and replacing them with books that have actually been, you know, so distinguished. I don't know what, exactly. is so hard about this.

I was distressed to discover that the library had apparently divested itself of one of the funniest books I had ever read. I did manage to find the full text online, a medium more suitable for sharing with you all at any rate, but it just isn't the same as the lovely old copy the library had.

The Young Visiters, or Mr. Salteena's Plan is a perfect specimen of a novel, complete and entire for all that it is rather brief, written in 1890 by Daisy Ashford, age 8, with the original orthography lovingly reproduced. It opens thusly:

Mr. Salteena was an elderly man of 42 and was fond of asking peaple to stay with him. He had quite a young girl staying with him of 17 named Ethel Monticue. Mr Salteena had dark short hair and mustache and wiskers which were very black and twisty. He was middle sized and he had very pale blue eyes. He had a pale brown suit but on Sundays he had a black one and he had a topper every day as he thorght it more becoming. Ethel Monticue had fair hair done on the top and blue eyes. She had a blue velvit frock which had grown rarther short in the sleeves. She had a black straw hat and kid gloves.

Evidently, the BBC produced a TV version last year with Jim Broadbent and Hugh Laurie, which pleases me more than I can say. Somehow, I must manage to see this. There are some pictures and things here.

In conclusion, a quiz: ( I am The Name of the Rose! It's awfully papery in here. )

Spam spam spam mobiles and spam

These Asurion phone insuring people have been sending my mom replacement phones that do not work, and sometimes have other people's phone numbers in them for added insult. (One of them proclaimed "I love Brianne.")

Finally, having displeased my mother greatly, and quite possibly run out of ancient phones of this ancient model (which was incidentally the same as the one that burst into flame in a girl's pocket in Ontario), they have decided to pacify her with a nice shiny new one that is quite a few times cooler than mine or that of my brother, and which she will no doubt be utterly unable to figure out how to use any time in the near future.

Is this fair? Is this just? Perhaps I should put my phone through the wash, since this is clearly what all the cool people are doing nowadays.

Spam spam spam mobiles and spam

These Asurion phone insuring people have been sending my mom replacement phones that do not work, and sometimes have other people's phone numbers in them for added insult. (One of them proclaimed "I love Brianne.")

Finally, having displeased my mother greatly, and quite possibly run out of ancient phones of this ancient model (which was incidentally the same as the one that burst into flame in a girl's pocket in Ontario), they have decided to pacify her with a nice shiny new one that is quite a few times cooler than mine or that of my brother, and which she will no doubt be utterly unable to figure out how to use any time in the near future.

Is this fair? Is this just? Perhaps I should put my phone through the wash, since this is clearly what all the cool people are doing nowadays.