Call of Duty WWII Video Game (13 069 words) vs. World War II (11 884 words) Pokemon (5 721) vs. Poker (1 857 words) Superman (10 641) vs. Human (10 385) ...and wait until you see the final result - God vs. Knuckles (of Sonic the Hedgehog fame). Yikes!
One of the smaller jobs I do in my position of Branch Supervisor is review the local library board minutes that are sent in by each of our 47 branches after every one of their meetings (which can be anywhere from 4-12 times per year depending on the size of the branch.) I have to check that information is being conveyed accurately, policies are being followed, keep an eye for anything branches are doing locally that may require assistance (or intervention!) from HQ, etc.
There's always a few humourous nuggets to keep me entertained and as I review a stack of them today, I thought I'd pass along one idea you might want to use as a fundraiser in your own library:
"John (Mary's son-in-law) has agreed to donated a quarter of Angus beef for the library to sell as a fundraiser...the draw will be held at the Lion's supper in November."
(Have I mentioned how much I love being a librarian in rural Saskatchewan? And for those of you with hyper-sensitive sarcasm detectors, I'm not kidding! )
Friends of our have moved to Halifax for school and are keeping a blog to keep the folks back home updated on happenings in their life down east. This recent entry was particularly hilarious as was the following clip:
I was recently introduced to energy drinks by a friend who recommended them as a hangover cure. I haven't had a hangover for - how old is Pace now? - 13 months or so. (Er, not counting the post-SLA conference "Books to Beers" event at the Free House - that one hurt a bit. I blame Jessamyn.)
But that's beside the point. You've probably seen the energy drinks - when Shea ran in to 7-11 to buy me one in Calgary, she said "When did they take over the drink case?"
Now, back in the day, energy drinks were named Jolt Cola and that was good enough. Apparently this new version has the added benefit (?) of vitamins. To which I say, "Whoopdee-doo - bring on the caffiene levels certified to give you heart arrithmia please!".
Yes, I do have the occasional energy drink. I can justify it because I don't drink coffee. Or smoke crack.
Which is all a long preamble to say I was drinking Bushwakker beer I imported to Calgary for a friend (who coincidentally is the brother of the guy who first recommended energy drinks to me.) We're both responsible fathers now (he's a newly certified medical doctor for godssake) so we weren't consuming to the levels we may have at one point in our lives.
But when he showed me this video, I thought it was the funniest thing I'd seen in a long time...
George Carlin died yesterday. Like most deaths, it was inevitable. It also fucking sucks.
I got to see him live in 1995 at Bally's in Vegas when my parents offered to take my sister and I to Vegas for a family vacation the year I turned 21. (I was quite the little gambling addict when I was younger. And that's all I'll say about that.)
They offered to take me to one show as my actual birthday gift and out of all the shows available in all of Vegas, I picked George Carlin.
As we were sitting in the theatre, enjoying our two-drink minimum, and he launched into his "101 Words for Dicks" routine, and I saw my dad's jaw drop and my mom's face go ashen, I thought, "hmmm, maybe this wasn't such a great idea." But then I thought, "Ah, fuckit! This is fucking as awesome as it gets! I'm seeing George Carlin. Live. In Vegas. With a two-drink minimum!"
Carlin probably had the ability to cut through the hypocrisy and bullshit of our society like no one else I can think of (Bill Hicks? Kurt Vonnegut? Hunter S. Thompson? All close but I'd say Carlin beats them all.)
So much of my own worldview, my own sense of questioning everything and sarcasm comes from listening to him.
I also love that so
much of Carlin's material focuses on language - how we use it and abuse
it. ("Why do we park in driveways and drive on parkways?" being a very tame example of this.)
There's also probably a direct connection between my interest in
freedom of speech/freedom to read issues and the seven words that give
the title to today's post.
Having recently sustained fairly serious knee lacerations due to some new "smaller than Mega-Blocks but not as small as regular Lego" Legos that Pace got for this birthday, this story has a particular resonance for me right now in terms of the danger potential of Lego and its myriad affiliated products.
Shea's got a few photos from our Calgary trip up on Flickr if you're interested. If not, this MetaFilter thread about the new M. Night Shamaladingdong movie, "The Happening", is pretty entertaining.
We happened to be downtown on the Sunday of the Gay Pride Parade in Calgary so spent some time at Olympic Plaza enjoying the music, the vendors and the atmosphere in general.
In a completely unrelated story, Pace was later photographed wearing this hat...
I don't do a lot of posts that earn the "libraryschool" tag anymore but this one seems appropriate.
I was both a "back row" and an "against the wall" type student but also tended to sit furthest from the exit which means I'm "too cool for school", sensitive and apparently committed (assuming people who sit nearest the exit are uncommitted.)
In reality, where I sat just meant I liked to have a perch that allowed me to view the entire room in case anybody decided to make any sudden moves!
I know this is only a humourous cartoon but I think somebody could get a lot more mileage out of this idea - perhaps as a full blog post. I'll leave that to others to attempt as my memories of what your seat position in a classroom might mean have long faded.
(via Reddit whose comments reveal that law schools often have assigned seating. Didn't know that...)
As you may have noticed in the Flickr pics from Pace's birthday, my "winter beard" is gone ("winter beard" being a very loose definition - some years it doesn't appear until January as happened this year, some years it sticks around for pretty much 11 months as I think was the case while I was at library school.)
Like him, I often take the ritual "shaving of the beard" as an opportunity to try a five-second version of "hey, what would I look like with a fu manchu/goatee/soul patch/mutton chops/etc."?
Unlike him, I will not be posting photos of my experiments!