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| Last one, I swear |
| 12.31.03 (11:59 am) [edit] |
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[i][b]Okay.[/b][/i] Looking through my college photo albums for the funniest picture I own (see post below) yielded some other amusing, and even bemusing, items. Such as this: [image]Sulkbrarian_792278 959.jpg[/image] [i][b]Why does this bemuse me so?[/b][/i] Befuddle? Bewitch, bother, and bewilder? Because, friends. [i]I cannot remember that shirt.[/i] At all. I remember the glasses (I was so poor junior year; couldn't afford the ones I wanted), the headband (actually a scarf), the earrings (oddly my taste in ear bobs devolved as I got older, and now you have visual confirmation), and the necklace, which I made over at the Cool Stuff Bead and Rock Gallery downtown. But. I don't have any sort of recollection of that awful, ugly shirt. And I can only assume it IS a shirt. It may have been a dress. Yucky. Why did I wear it? And for a yearbook picture? Where else did I wear it? Did people see me out in public in this thing? Oh my stars, did I go on dates in it? Out dancing in it? Ohhhhhhh. No! Where did I buy it? Or was it a gift? [i]What, precisely, is that color? I don't remember wearing shoulderpads![/i] [i][b]Completely[/b][/i] bumfuzzled, here. Help? I promise to quit dragging you through undergrad hell, honest. I love you all too much to torture you like this... ...of course, if you'll note the squinty eyes and permagrin, you might guess why my memory of junior year is so fuzzy. :wink: [i][b]xoxo Sulky[/b][/i] :shock: |
| Sulky speaks; film at eleven! |
| 12.30.03 (4:50 pm) [edit] |
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[i][b]Hey, kids! [/b][/i]From my lips to your ears; audiopost just for you, [url=http://www.audblog.com/media/...]here.[/url] [i][b]Technology[/b][/i] advancing at light speed, just so I can ramble nonsequiturs. Awesome. :) [i][b]Happy New Year[/b][/i] and so on and further, S. |
| It’s a twofer! Or, The funniest picture I own |
| 12.29.03 (8:20 pm) [edit] |
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[i][b]Yep,[/b][/i] ol’ tired-ass Sulky’s pullin’ even with the rest of the ranks, posting a breathtaking [i]TWO[/i] blog entries in the same day! Took m’ proton super energy pill, yo. Eat my dust, [url=http://www.tinylittlelibraria...]Tiny[/url]. :wink: [i][b]Uh.[/b][/i] So now that that’s over with. What was the point, again? Ah, yes! To share with you now: the funniest picture I own. But first, the backstory (ask my DJ; I’m a master at needlessly drawing out most any conversation): [i][b]The picture,[/b][/i] predictably enough, is of me. It was taken 'pon the eve of my undergraduate matriculation. In it, I am very drunk indeed. I had been drinking with other would-be graduates since approximately 12:30 that afternoon, and it was nigh onto four when the “photographer“ asked me to take off my glasses. You’ll note the look he got for that one. Actually, the look is more like: “Just gimme the flippin' diploma.” See for yourself: [image]Sulkbrarian_283991 426.jpg[/image] [i][b]After[/b][/i] the funniest picture I own was taken, I scooted off to read some of my recently-published “poetry” at a wingding for the [url=http://www.stephens.edu]college[/url] literary magazine. Then ate some buffalo wings. Then went to [url=http://www.clubshattered.com]Shattered[/url], danced my ass off to retro new wave tunes for some three hours, drank a whole bunch more in the meantime, walked outside, and was promptly pepper sprayed in the face for no apparent reason. Didn't see that coming, did you? Me neither, har de har har. [i][b]As our good friend [/b][/i]Anthony Michael Hall might say, “And here’s da capper!” The chick wasn’t even aiming for me. She was aiming for her boyfriend...some [i]three people away[/i]. Yes, that’s right. I’d stumbled unawares (my usual method of stumbling) into a melodramatic college sweethearts' domestic situation. Good times! I was blind and in black hellish pain for hours and hours thereafter! (Which was little different from most of my undergraduate career, come to think of it…) [i][b]Er,[/b][/i] I should note here that the picture is funny only to me. Probably. Am I right? Well, it’s just that haircut that gets me, every time. :roll: |
| For your viewing pleasure |
| 12.29.03 (7:21 pm) [edit] |
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[i][b]A wee haiku[/b][/i] from [url=http://www.42short.blogspot.c...]James[/url], whom, if you haven‘t visited, you must now go directly there and read it all (I am just NOT kidding around here), including his archives: librarians hate the sound of tearing paper from tables unseen [i][b]My DJ and I[/b][/i] also find the haiku to be a most enjoyable and convenient method of expression. What we will usually do is dash off a baker’s dozen or so in one sitting, and then coyly email them to each other. (I never said we were hellraisers, folks.) These have been reflections of a veritable plethora of topics and events. Someday, perhaps, we will hork some up especially for this, my lame-ass blog. [i][b]Oh, all right.[/b][/i] I see you pouting out there. Therefore: speshul bran’ new, just fer my [i][b]fling fling![/b][/i] peeps, my own versions of library haiku ONLY for all y’all chilluns (particularly in light of the [url=http://openstacks.lishost.com...]recent[/url] Nanette "no-no" kerfuffle): smelly guy returns not content to miss a day at least he’s loyal what in the name of… listen; do you hear that shit? i NEVER get any!! no ma’am, I don’t know whether abraham lincoln was a communist thanks for coming, kids! sweetie, put your shirt back on who peed on the floor? [i][b]Oh, yes.[/b][/i] [i][b]You’ll also want[/b][/i] to visit [url=http://www.michaelcosm.com]this mad genius[/url], whose blog, James informs us, will sadly be no more, forthwith. Like the lady said, get it while you can. Don’t forget the [url=http://www.michaelcosm.com/mi...]Michaelpella[/url], now. But hurry! It's almost over! You can witness our faithful friend James and his pals rockin' out with many fine tunes for the hot American ladies. Unfortunately the time has arrived when requests are likely no longer accepted, more's the pity. I had several good ones to suggest. :wink: [i][b]Yes, friends,[/b][/i] a bowl of popcorn and a fine microbrew is all that is needed for your maximum entertainment value, here. This is what guybrarian and otherwise dorky-type dudes do to amuse themselves…I’m going to write a book about this, and I’m calling it: “Dork Like Me.” That's not a dig; just my way of saying "Hey, you! I know you! I know you!" (point point point) [i][b]xoxo Sulky[/b][/i] |
| Happy holidays, krew |
| 12.22.03 (8:20 am) [edit] |
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[i][b]Well, I'm off [/b][/i]to put my uncle in the nursing home! Now tell me that's not festive!! :shock: [i][b]Love you kids [/b][/i]a lot. Have a beautiful holiday, those of you of the Christian persuasion. Those of you of other persuasions, enjoy your various doings and so forth and so on! Those of you of the consumer hoe persuasion, enjoy them sales. :P Cousin Sulky wishes you mirth and hella good times and all that crap. See you on the flipside! :D [i][b]Heart, S.[/b][/i] |
| Randomosity |
| 12.15.03 (1:45 am) [edit] |
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[i][b]A note from the author [/b][/i](or crap-spewer, if you prefer): Hey folks. Want to thank everyone for continuing to visit my blog thing and commenting and so forth. Thanks for coming to see me so much!! You're the best. And all the new folks who've been dropping by; much oblige, and hope you enjoy this sad little hobby of mine. :P [i][b]Be back soon...[/b][/i]kinda exhausted; lot of stupid stuff happening (been at my aunt's for a few days and have gotten bogged down with family stuff). Very much miss getting to read your blogs; will catch up in short order. Things will even out eventually! Meanwhile, keep your feet on the ground, and keep reaching for the egg nog. Or something. :) [i][b]xoxo Sulky[/b][/i] [u][i][b]P.S.[/b][/i][/u] Is it just me, or does Kirstie Alley frighten the holy crap outta you too? It makes me want to stay far away from Pier 1, not patronize them. Yikes! Jingle hell, jingle hell, jingle run awayyyy...:P [i][b]I keep fadin' out[/b][/i] on y'all, sorry. Pesky holiday doings. Takes time away from my blog-hopping, too. Missing out; will have to catch up soon! Hugs to [url=http://tinylittlelibrari an.bl...]Tiny Little Librarian[/url], [url=http://www.retrogirl.typepad....]Retrogirl[/url], and [url=http://arcadeattendant.tblog....]Arcade[/url]. Oh, all right, hugs to the rest of ya, I guesssssss....... :) [i][b]Up now[/b][/i] trying to untangle stupid dumb ignorant (AND inanimate, sorry about the anthropomorphizing or whatever) twinkle lights, drinking lemon ginger green tea, watching "Bowling for Columbine" (oh, that'll help me sleep), prowling around on [url=http://www.jaquagirls.com]Jaqua Girls[/url] and wishing for something sweet like a great big crunchy crumbly melty sugar cookie. Which would ruin my diet (aka [i]The Diet That Would Not End[/i]). So. I abstain. :( [image]Sulkbrarian_140040 0170.jpg[/image] [i][b]Random crap from my brain:[/b][/i] --These crazy/beautiful neighborhood cats keep visiting my outside decorations. Are they looking for a place to sleep? Do they think they have stumbled into a holly jungle? One of them got so entranced with this basket of pine boughs that he got IN it, writhed around for some moments, then rolled around on the ground in front of it, whereupon he promptly fell off the porch, garnering extra style points. What's going on? --There is a sparrow nesting in one of my hanging pepperberry arrangements. He flies at my head whenever I go to turn on the wee red lights wrapped around the Christmas Wreath of Doom (see post below). How did this ever come about? Don't get me wrong; it's rad that he lives on my porch and all, but...there's...trees...I hope he's not trying to eat the fake stuff. :shock: --Speaking of the CWoD, I now sport another mirth-related injury. Had the thing hanging from a wire loop, which broke suddenly as I was finishing adjusting it (you may recall I was interrupted by an attack of clumsiness)...fell down...and scratched the holy bejeebus outta my left hand with some grapevine bayonets (are there going to be issues with ALL of my left side appendages now?). This is a particularly nasty scratch, requiring a gauze bandage and antibiotic cream. Awesome. I now utterly and completely rock, and NONE of you can touch me for jackassitude. Don't even. :P --Everyone, and I mean everyone, adored Sulky's Holiday Cookie Delivery Service. People were ripping the tins open and scarfing them down before I could say "happy holidays"! It made me very happy indeed. :) Delivered 16 tins (I baked like a sonofabitch this week), have a couple more to go, and I can put the apron away. Meant to take pictures of the entire process for you but just ran outta time to be documenting and baking simultaneously. Special note: I hung with the veterans for a while as they disseminated my cookies; we watched "Wheel of Fortune" together and ragged on this boobarific girl in a brown top three sizes too small for her. Good times. :) --If I can swing it, I will be attending the Elvis Costello/Steve Nieve/Brodsky Quartet concert with my DJ in Seattle. I can't tell you how I feel about this. :D --No word from the job front. Baby, it's cold outside. Right here is where I am gonna deposit my .02 about something, no hatin', no offense: I LOVE reading everyone's library blogs. Probably more than I should!! :P And I'm as quick to rag on idiotic employers and confusing patrons and the like as the next guy or gal. But...all I wanna say right now...and remember that this comes from extreme jobhunt frustration more than anything else...those of you with library jobs...please take 60 seconds and whisper a quick "thank you, Library Gods"...because you are employed at all. :) Sucky though that can often be...I'd trade places with you in a heartbeat. (Then come to my senses an hour later and scream to be let out of the new arrangement we have!! Meanwhile, you'd be kickin' back and going to the park in the middle of the day, saying "Sulky, you goof, unemployment is off the hook!") Oh, never mind. I'm not making any sense. :roll: --My boyfriend, DJ, takes the prize for best attitude during trying times. And for being the sweetest fella I know. Awwwwwwwww; group puke. :wink: [i][b]If I think of anything else,[/b][/i] I'll letcha know. Please resume your normal activities. Thank you for dropping by! Don't forget your hats, scarves, and mittens on the way out, now. I'll come visit you soon! :) [i][b]xoxo Sulky [/b][/i] |
| My left foot |
| 12.10.03 (6:05 pm) [edit] |
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[i][b]So I’ve decided [/b][/i]to rent [url=http://www.amazon.com/exec/ob...]this old favorite[/url] again. Remember it? I used to have a copy; no clue what happened to it. Probably watched it so much it melted into my VCR. (Hey, kids, remember the lowly VCR? With your DVD this and your digital TV that? Kids?) [i][b]Anyway.[/b][/i] It was based on the [url=http://www.amazon.com/exec/ob...]autobiography[/url] of [url=http://www.irishwriters-onlin...]Christy Brown[/url], the Irish writer and painter. You might also recall the [url=http://www.poguetry.com/]Pogues[/url] song, "Down All the Days", which was about Christy (note the first name basis). Being of Irish heritage, and paying attention to these sorts of things, I started reading Christy Brown in college at some point, and then to my delight, out came this movie. It stars the delectable (even while palsied) Daniel Day-Lewis, amongst other fine actors. I want to rent it because there seems to be something wrong with my own left foot (though, admittedly, it’s far from palsy). I want to check the movie to see if there are any cool tricks I can do with MY left foot to raise it out of the morass of clumsiness it has sunk itself into of late. Yes, my left foot…is very clumsy indeed. Even more so than my left breast, which is another story. I’ll elucidate. [i][b]Dateline: yesterday evening Re: my third trip to everyone's favorite [url=http://www.walmart.com]evil consumer suckhole[/url] Item: collision and injury involving surly ancient female customer (or, in the Target lexicon, "guest")[/b][/i] She wielded her cart like a runaway garden hose. It went in all directions. She parked it on…my left foot. Removed the offending item with a “watch where you're going, young woman!” Then proceeded to stomp my left foot with her clunky old lady shoe. Things went kinda hazy after that…until… [i][b]Dateline: an hour ago Re: putting a Christmas wreath on the front door Item: stepstools aren’t made like they’re used to[/b][/i] I, predictably, missed a step, fell off the stool, whacked my head on the mailbox, and twisted…my left foot. The Russian judge only gave me a 9.75. [i][b]Dateline: five minutes ago Re: my office chair Item: accidentally rolled it over…yep, you guessed it...boy howdy, you're quick [/b][/i] Uh…no comment. [b]Except…[/b]"ow.” [i][b]Sigh.[/b][/i] :( Enjoy your evening. [i][b]xoxo the doorknob formerly known as Sulky [/b][/i] |
| Still alive! |
| 12.06.03 (10:16 pm) [edit] |
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[image]Sulkbrarian_217109 372.jpg[/image] [i][b]Hello again, faithful readers![/b][/i] It is I, Sulky! Apologies for cuttin' out on ya like that; some of you inquired after my well-being. Thank you for your concern--I do indeed still live and draw breath; just ain't been able to blog for a few days. It was a one-two-three combo punch of 1) the nastiest cold ever and 2) family obligations and 3) errands galore which kept me from 4) hanging out witcha here at [i][b]fling fling! [/b][/i] Here are some things I learned while I was out: --If you mix Drixoral and Sudafed, you'll get some cracked out dreams; --There honestly is NO substitute for NyQuil's original "green death" flavor (as Denis Leary calls it); --Lewis and Clark impersonators are a lot more fun when they've had a flask of mulled wine; --most people are inherently surly and their true nature comes out around the holidays and the rest of the time they're just faking being nice; --antiques stores make you want to live there; --my boyfriend is crazier than anyone else I know and I love it (right now he's got two days off, a tankful of gas, a pocketful of twenties, plenty of snacks and booze, a boxful of Soundgarden and Audioslave, his surfboard strapped to the roof of his Subaru, and he's having me [url=http://www.mapquest.com]Mapquest[/url] him the best route to the NW Oregon coast for one last hurrah before that foul bitch Winter sinks her icy claws into everything--and yes, storms are coming and trees are falling and it's December and he doesn't care and this is why I adore him); --[url=http://www.makeupalley.com]Makeupalley.com[/url] is one hell of an addictive place even though some of the women on there frighten me; --it's harder than I thought it would be to put my uncle in the nursing home; --you get in a strange zone when you drink NyQuil and then write 31 Christmas cards for your aunt; --you get in the same zone if you fill out five library job applications in a row without stopping for orange juice; --"The Grinch" is damn creepy when you're on drugs. [i][b]That's...that's about it. :)[/b][/i] [i][b]I'm waiting[/b][/i] on four library job notifications. It has been a long time since anyone even wanted a phone interview from me. I don't know why. Please wish me luck because in a couple of weeks, I will have been out of grad school a whole year. Thank you! I'm going insane! :D [i][b]Do you know[/b][/i] how much I miss being with the kids? The shorties? The curtain-climbers? A bunch. That's right. Sulky need job bad. Need job NOW. Sulky going to see if the Placement Center at the [url=http://www.pla.org]PLA Conference[/url] yields anything; if not, she will concentrate on just moving to Seattle and getting something, anything. Something with books or kids or literacy or civic service or something. My library job will come, eventually. By then it will be nicer weather to move, too. :) [i][b]Sulky go lie down now.[/b][/i] When she come back she no talk strange no more, promise. :roll: She sorry she left you and no tell where she was going! Her bad. [i][b]Tell me how you all are faring![/b][/i] I haven't gone blog visiting for a while, either! I'll be catchin' up witcha soon though! [i][b]xoxo whatshername[/b][/i] |
"i read your manifestoes and your strange religious tracts you took me to your library and kissed me in the stacks." magnetic fields, "swinging london"
michael moore on librarians: "they want you to be quiet because they're trying to plot the revolution."
"i heard
a sound
i turned
around
i turned
around
to find
the thing
that made
the sound mysterious whisper mysterious whisper mysterious whisper mysterious whisper i walk along darkened corridors and i walk along darkened corridors and i walk along darkened corridors and i walk along darkened corridors." they might be giants, "fingertips"