Blog For Free!
Archives
Home
2005 January
2004 December
2004 October
2004 August
2004 July
2004 June
2004 May
2004 April
2004 March
2004 February
2004 January
2003 December
2003 November
2003 October
2003 September
2003 August
My Links
American Library Association
Public Library Association
Young Adult Library Services Association
Association for Library Service to Children
Intellectual Freedom Roundtable
Young Adult Special Interest Group
Voice of Youth Advocates
Journal of Youth Services in Libraries
The Horn Book
YAttitudes
Connecting YAs and Libraries
Kirkus Reviews
Vandergrift's 100
Favorite Teenage Angst Books
School Library Journal
Teen Genreflecting Best Books
SmartGirl.com Book Reviews
Internet Public Library Teen Reads
Children's Literature Web Guide
Scholastic's Reading Resources
Children's Book Council
Barnes&Noble, Jr.
Powells for Kids
abebooks
BWI, Inc.
Titlewave
StoryPlace
BookHive
KidsConnect
KidsKonnect
KidsClick!
DiscoveryKids
PBS Kids
NickJr.
Nickelodeon
Library Journal
LISNews
Lisjobs
Library Job Postings
Librarian's Guide to the Internet
Refdesk.com
Encarta Encyclopedia
Encyclopedia Britannica
High School Hub
Kids' Hub
Best homework help source ever!
Teens rule the 'net!
Cool quizzes and stuff!
DEMCO
Highsmith
Lakeshore
Kipp
K-READ
Tease
HomeRoom
StopFalling
America's finest news source.
People write funny now!
Slate
Salon
McSweeney's
Fark
Brunching Shuttlecocks, R.I.P.
More diversions
Disgruntled Housewife
Some Guy Named Paul
Oh wow. Lookit what happened to Steve...
Gordie? Is that you, dude?
Always bring your camera.
Weee!
Much funny things!
Bwahahaaaaaaa!
Mooooo!
Start wasting company time now!
For all your spatula needs...
Here, kitty, kitty...
Sevenpeas
The Star Wars Kid!!!
ScarySquirrelWorld
SkwerlFishin'
No, squirrel, noooo!!!
Reservoir Kitty
Rocketboots522's Blog
Cissiecolpitts's Blog
SAOIRSE32's Blog
George's Blog
Ladyblog's Blog
Susanofpudlin's Blog
Welshmoonspirit's Blog
Mixedmuse's Blog
Ladylibrarian's Blog
Patriotacts's Blog
Librarianguish's Blog
Gigi's Blog
Stellahat's Blog
Abbiedarling's Blog
Zekelind's Blog
tBlog
My Profile
Send tMail
My tFriends
My Images
Sponsored
Blog
| Size matters |
| 02.19.04 (8:52 am) [edit] |
|
[[i][b]Ed. note--hiya! Off to Seattle for the [url=http://www.pla.org/ala/pla/pl...]Public Library Association conference[/url]. I'll be in touch--looking forward to posting a nifty travel blog when I return! Thought about blogging it in real time, but I like it when I've had a bit of time to wind down from a trip and form coherent sentences. I bet you like that, too! :wink: See you soon; I'll be reading you guys. Have a great week!][/b][/i] [i][b]Y'all?[/b][/i] Tell me I shouldn't be freaked out right now. My mom is hanging out at my aunt's today, and she just called to ask me to do something really...unusual. No hello, no how are you, just: "Go get a tape measure." Which I did do, and I said, "What for?" And she said, "I don't have time for questions. Just wrap it around your head. I want to see how big your head is. Just do it!!" [i][b]Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh oooookay...[/b][/i] [i][b]So I tell her[/b][/i] the size of my noggin (it's not too big, not too small), and she goes "Damn! That's what I thought." And I hear a lot of whispering with my aunt, and the urgently-whispered phrase, [i]"Now what are we going to do?"[/i] And I'm going, "Girls? C'mon, gimme a clue here, what are we talkin' about? Why is my head involved in this?" And all of a sudden Mom says, "I gotta go, I gotta go to Plan B," and hangs up. [i][b]What the hell [/b][/i]are they planning for my head, you guys?! And does it include the rest of my body...or...just my head?? [i][b]Sigh.[/b][/i] The mysteries of life. Anyway. Apparently, size does matter, somehow. :shock: [i][b]xoxo S.[/b][/i] |
| Best horoscope ever |
| 02.16.04 (7:32 pm) [edit] |
|
[i][b]Check out what I read today, for Cancer:[/b][/i] [i]"You're stuck in a world of frequent questions that you can't answer and hands reaching out to take what's yours. Even if there's nothing personal about this, it all feels too personal. The needs of others keep interfering with your attempts to take care of your own needs. The desire to escape looms large in your fantasies. You could slip through the next open door to be free and invisible. Of course, physical escape might not be an option. This is why fiction and headphones were invented. Drink some good coffee while reading or do your laundry to the music."[/i] [i][b]Yeah! What they said![/b][/i] :o [i][b]S.[/b][/i] |
| Harpie velveteen's day! |
| 02.14.04 (1:19 pm) [edit] |
|
[i][b]This is how we do it...[/b][/i]we keep it real...we don't go to the store and give the MAN our benjamins for a buncha THONGS packaged with LIPGLOSS and STUFFED GORILLAS holding MUGS OF CHEAP CANDY. No! We just be chill and we just say, have a sweet day, my nizzles. :P [i][b]Here's a favorite [/b][/i][url=http://www.twee.net/bands/sma...]Small Factory [/url] song, by way of [url=http://www.killrockstars.com/...]Lois[/url] : [b]Valentine[/b] [i]Sometimes you see her, and you can't look away. You just can't help it, being held in this way. You want to shout it, but it takes too much time. Why can't you know it right away? Be my valentine. And so you follow as she walks on ahead. A certain feeling like you're born, now drop dead. You gotta have it, and you pull it all down. A single moment, we'll tear up this town. It's a big old house and there's not much room, but there's nothing that I wouldn't say to you.[/i] [i][b]I think modern conversation hearts say stupid things, but I'd eat them anyway, xoxo Sulky[/b][/i] |
| Yet more tales from IM |
| 02.12.04 (9:43 pm) [edit] |
|
[i][b]Peeps. Today's exchange:[/b][/i] [b]E:[/b] I dropped my laptop this morning and my network connection has been on the fritz. I just wanted to say hi before it craps out again. I have the laptop propped up on a Red Hot Chili Peppers CD to keep it working. [b]Me:[/b] Whoa, I'm sorry! Hello! And good luck to you. [i](pause)[/i] [b]Me:[/b] Wait. Which CD? This is important. [b]E:[/b] Um. "Greatest Hits and Videos". [b]Me (relieved):[/b] Oh. Okay then. If it had been, say, "Freaky Styley", I'd have had to flag the play. [i](after a little while)[/i] [b]E:[/b] F**n computer. [b]Me:[/b] Dead almost, is it? [b]E:[/b] Yep. [b]Me:[/b] Feed it some saltines and ginger ale. [b]E:[/b] I'm gonna beat the shit out of it. Typical male approach. [b]Me:[/b] Whereas, I would talk nicely to it and soothe it. [i](pause)[/i] [b]Me:[/b] Pat, who is of indeterminate gender, would probably do both. [i][b]Later. S.[/b][/i] |
| Old man river |
| 02.11.04 (8:01 am) [edit] |
|
[i][b]He just keeps rollin' along.[/b][/i] The following is an excerpt of an IM conversation I had with an ex-boyfriend from hi skool and college days. He and I were obsessed with new music. Finding new music. Listening to new music. Singing along badly to it. Fondling it. Ohhhhhh. The heady intoxication of new music. Well, things change: [b]E.:[/b] I'm listening to the new Sting album. It's not bad! [b]Me:[/b] Sting. [b]E.:[/b] It's no Canary in a Coal Mine, but it's ok. [b]Me:[/b] Sting. [b]E.:[/b] Stung? [b]Me:[/b] Stungded? [b]E.:[/b] Stingingly? [b]Me:[/b] Sigh. [b]E. (with slight irritation):[/b] Yes. [i]Sting.[/i] Problem? [b]Me:[/b] Yeah. No. Yeah. [b]E.:[/b] Back off, lady. [b]Me:[/b] Mmph. [b]E.:[/b] I'm a VH1 boy now. [b]Me:[/b] "Sting." [b]E.:[/b] Back to work. [b]Me:[/b] hahahahahahahaha :twisted: |
| I almost stole a cat today. |
| 02.04.04 (11:36 pm) [edit] |
|
[i][b]I almost stole a cat,[/b][/i] but not quite. She was huddled under a tree as I walked through the park (I took the birds and squirrels some bread). There wasn't a soul around, and she looked a little rough around the edges, despite being a gorgeous white longhair something or other. She didn't have a collar, looked terribly forlorn, and when I said, "Kitty! pshtpshptpsht here kitty kitty," she made a beeline for me. Ohhh; she [i]liked[/i] me. She knew I was a cat person and began marking me and purring loudly right away. So we loved on each other a while, and I said, "Do you want to come home with me?" And she said, "Why yes, I would be amenable to such an arrangement". But before I could swipe her, here came her human from a house across the road. This was a nice human girl, probably 16 or so, who thanked me kindly for "finding" her cat. I uh, I pretended. I just said "you're welcome" and let it go at that. [i][b]If she'd been[/b][/i] five minutes later, that cat would be on my lap right now, purring away. :evil: [i][b]Then, a little girl [/b][/i]threw a tantrum because her mom wouldn't buy her some candy in the grocery store...this was a red-haired kid about five, wearing boots, overalls, and blue glitter polish. After the third time hearing "no, you have candy at home", this moppet snaps to rigid military attention, brings off a perfect salute, and yells at the top of her substantial little lungs: "WELL, YES MA'AM! YES, MOMMY MA'AM! YEEEEEEEESSSS! MAA'AAAAAAAAAAAM!!!! DAMMIT TO HELL!!!!" [i][b]A second of silence...[/b][/i] then the kid, the mom, me, the cashier, the dude behind us...we all just freakin' lost it. Priceless. :lol: [i][b]Felt great to laugh that hard.[/b][/i] I almost stole the little girl too...think her mom would have minded much? :P [b][i]Luv, S.[/b][/i] |
| Voting an' shit |
| 02.03.04 (10:29 pm) [edit] |
|
[i][b]Today, I:[/b][/i] --voted in the presidential primary, useless task though it was --bought a bunch more NyQuil (it's my life!! I can do what i want!!) --ate a banana, just how I like 'em, not quite ripe --thought about dogs --thought about men --thought about dogs again (is there a corollary? I don't know.) --talked to M. --talked to A., E., J., and M. again --bought new pajama bottoms (girly red cotton ones with little white hearts on them and ruffles on the bottoms) --hit myself in the elbow with the car door, twice --mailed some bills --partially filled out a grad skool exit survey from the liberry science department (I'm having to watch my language) --learned how to make my own sugar scrub --thought about men some more but without the bookending thoughts of dogs --listened to Chet Baker --listened to Etta James --listened to Nina Simone --decided torch songs are from the devil and turned off the media player --exfoliated and moisturized --did my exercises --thought about cinnamon grahams --ate some rice crackers instead --thought about men one more time (they're not so bad I guess) --blogged this pointless entry --decided to erase it --reconsidered, probably to my detriment --actually signed my name to it, shamelessly [i][b]xoxo Sulky[/b][/i] [i][b]What did YOU do today?![/b][/i] :shock: |
| This is your brain on NyQuil |
| 02.02.04 (6:55 pm) [edit] |
|
[i][b]Righto.[/b][/i] So first, a big ol' [b][i]fling fling![/i][/b] thank you to all m'frens for coming here, and reading and commenting, and writing and talking to me, and trying to help me keep my unit on while I attempt to get over my recent foray into the world of breakups...it's been...interesting. My dear good friend, M., today asked me how I was feeling. I said: I feel like someone has taken an axe, or a meat cleaver, or some other rusty metal implement, not sharp, but very jagged and rough, and hacked open my chest, exposing my bloody raw heart. In addition, I wrote to her in a recent note: My heart is as broken as it ever has been. I don't honestly know how I'm still alive. That sounds melodramatic, but it's not. I literally don't know how I'm managing to stay alive without having a nervous breakdown or a heart attack, it hurts so much. I miss him so much, all the time, every single second. I can't believe this has happened, and I hope I made the right decision. I know I did, but it doesn't stop me from wondering. [i][b]So that's pretty much it [/b][/i]for right now. I also told her I wished I could fall asleep right now and wake up in six months when it will hurt less, but of course, that's ridiculous. I've only been known to sleep for three months at a stretch, and that simply isn't enough. :roll: [i][b]Enough[/b][/i] of this prattling on! So I didn't get the two jobs I recently interviewed for (they were fantastic interviews, too, and I was very pleased). However, some of the folks I spoke with have taken an interest in me. They want to meet with me next month at PLA to discuss my interview, and to give me some advice. They want new blood in their system, and were impressed with me and my enthusiasm very much. But they want to give me some pointers about some stuff, and some feedback about some other stuff. This chance I leapt at like a horny Justin Timberlake in the vicinity of naked boobies. I so rarely get feedback from anyone (even though it's always offered, they rarely come through, little Libraryland jobhuntin' secret they never tell ya about), so you bet I want to hear what these ladies have to say. :) [i][b]And now, [/b][/i]because I am doped to the gills on NyQuil, random pictures for no discernible reason!!: Back in the fall, this bittersweet hung on my friend M.'s porch: [image]Sulkbrarian_842916 579.jpg[/image] Like Aretha says in [i]The Blues Brothers[/i]: "Best damn fried chicken in the state." Except for my Mom's. It doesn't matter that I make it her way, which was her Momma's way, and back and back through generations of stalwart Kentucky and Virginia farm women...nor that I use her Grandma's cast-iron skillet...it still doesn't taste like hers. :P Made this at my aunt's house before Christmas. No, I didn't eat any. This portion was going to the neighbors...lucky asshats. [image]Sulkbrarian_107369 8116.jpg[/image] My other little project at Christmastime was to decorate my aunt's house for her. This is the damage I wreaked 'pon her mantel. Sorry, Auntie...I got carried away! [image]Sulkbrarian_584135 225.jpg[/image] A house around the corner from mine. Isn't it purty... [image]Sulkbrarian_118871 665.jpg[/image] [i][b]Y'all keep yer units on. [/b][/i]I'm having homemade chicken soup, care to join me? It will kill any self-respecting germ in you! :twisted: [i][b]xoxo Sulky[/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"