Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Act II: the end of summer

-In which I feel evil, give a desk attendant at the local hospital something to tell her friends, and probably make an advertising executive really happy.
So I'm outside the coffee house, a bus goes past with an ad on the side for the local hospital, it reads "When it comes to babies, we deliver!"
Out comes the phone, in goes the number, through goes the call...

"******** Hospital, how may I direct your call?"
"Hi, I'm calling regarding an ad on one of your buses concerning your new services"
"Which of our new services would that be, sir?"
"Well, the baby delivery part"
"Sir, we've been capable of providing quality care in that department for quite a while now."
"Ok, good to know, see, I live out on Arrowhead Ave. and I was getting a bit tired of ordering pizzas all the time, what's the average time on a delivery?"
"Well, from start to finish sir, usually about nine months"
"Wow, I'd imagine it might get cold by that point, I was hoping to have one delivered to my area in the half-hour range, that won't be possible?"
"...Ok, who the hell is this?"
"Nevermind, miss, Chinese it is then, you have a good night."

I love this town.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Writing again

So I think working in a room full of books is starting to have some sort of osmosis effect on me. Tonight I managed to sit down and tap out the first pages of what I hope turns into a nice little short story. This is pretty much the first time in a year that I've had the chance to get some writing in for my own sake and not an instance of PR student flackery. Even that, short of the poetry open mics, I think the last time I finished something of any length was the children's story I did back in High School. If only "The Adventures of Bi-Polar Bear and Olive Ewe" was entirely age appropriate for me to read at work. Still for the possible one or two people that may read this, do me a favor and ride my ass to keep working on this.

Oh yeah, and a random thought while nursing a beer, after the term "resting on your laurels" was coined, does that by default mean that Emperors and Olympians get asshats?

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Poolside Story-time update:

Today I got to introduce 50 impressionable young minds to the work of Syd Barrett.
I love my job.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Back online!

And it's official, I now have the nerdiest wireless network on the block. Other folks have their address or names like "pimphouse," and what do I call mine? "Dukedom large enough."
(What do you expect, it's been storming a lot here lately!)

Friday, August 10, 2007

Because it needs to be linked... everywhere.


That first letter is one of the main reasons that I love my job. And as a related fun fact, I used to work as a shelver in that library system.

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Why is it...

that when I cancel books, I have the amazing urge to speak in all-caps?