Okay; I have this story I tell ad naseum about myself as an ever-so-tender pubescent in 1975: for three bucks, my high school would not only let me out for the day, but actually bussed me to San Francisco to see plays at the American Conservatory Theatre. I went religiously because at the time all I wanted out of life was to run away to San Francisco (that and marry Boz Scaggs, but I’ll talk about that later). … Read the rest
Apparently a disgruntled (and anonymous) librarian posted on craiglist.org his or her reasons why they hate you (“you” being the public). The best one is patrons who turn your monitor around while you’re working on a questions so’s they can see what you’re doing–very nasty!
Though the list is trè bitter, I have to admit, on some level, I actually live for such behavior, if for nothing else, after you’ve calmed down, they make great war stories. I mean, how … Read the rest
Well, my head didn’t swell to the size of the Goodyear Blimp due to the bee sting; all I got was a small itchy rash and a limp that lasted for a few hours, just long enough for me to milk it for all it’s worth before my husband caught on (he saw me sneak a dash to the bathroom). He did, however forgive me enough to fetch me a Silhouette ice cream sandwich while I was laying on … Read the rest