Lordy, today has been a shitshow. Somehow I just managed to drop poor estei off at the airport despite a), having locked my keys in my car with my dog in front of her goddamn house ten minutes before we had to leave and b), the minor seizure I suffered this afternoon upon realizing that the trainer for our new database software at work had a "Fanfiction ( Read more... )

I'm writing my paper on feminism/libraries/radical organizing [which is singlehandedly ruining my chances at finishing big bang, and also distracting me from the very important task of haggling for over-priced Beirut tickets for the July 9th show at the Phoenix in Toronto], and I found this passage from 1972 in Revolting Librarians:

We need to ( Read more... )

I am working on my internet skool, and this is what I would've named my commentary this week if I thought I could get away with it. The theme was "Toys for the boys, not for the girls: who does what with new technologies; who benefits; who doesn't." (Hint: the answer for this course, and in life, is always women don't benefitI would try to explain ( Read more... )

Isn't it lolarious that the last time I posted was the last day before I started working? Almost three weeks! Back when my schedule was neatly balanced between internet skool and cleaning the fucking coffee pot? Now my time is all: ooOOOOoo, new girl, catalogue this cdn YA novel about a 12 year old escaping from Bountiful "Polygamist Colony" BC in ( Read more... )

On my To Do list for tonight I have BLOG written down with a big ticky box next to it. I'm trying to get up to two or three times a week over there, (so that when I finally do reveal that I have one to friends and family and the world, there will be posts there?), but mostly all I want to do is write about Colonial One's records management system. ( Read more... )

So, a girl in my program just sent an announcement over the departmental listserv, entitled "December NaNoWriMo" which - and let me tell you how my heart started racing in that confluence-of-two-separate-and-distinct-social-spheres kind of way - said the following:

I was incredible [sic] saddened by the fact I was unable to participate this year ( Read more... )

I'm having one of those days where I go to the grocery store just to get some social interaction. Like, I don't care if I run into a cute guy who wants to give me his air miles, or one of the awkward-as-fuck kids from first year who may or may not be rolling his eyes at me, or if I just have a quick thanks-bye conversation with the checkout girl ( Read more... )

I think I'm going to drop a class. I KNOW I KNOW. I can't stop complaining about how bored I am and my solution is to drop a class? YES. Because a) I'm going to have one of two really fantastic metadata/archival jobs landed by the end of the week, and b) this prof? Is seriously about as dumb and funny as my high school boyfriend, and about as ( Read more... )

Alright, so Owen Pallett is officially smarter and weirder than anyone else I've ever known or heard of. Do his ramblings make sense to anyone? Spectrum is an EP about a pre-yet-post-colonial country in many ways similar to Canada that worships him as its single deity, hates the gays and anticipates the rapture in the form of videogame apocalypse ( Read more... )

Friends and lovers, I cannot even explain the past week. I am a leaf blown on the winds of fortune. I have been abused, and I have been thankful ( Read more... )