I’m cranky right now. Very cranky. You’d be cranky too if after three weeks you are
- still having stomach pains after a just-back-from-Mexico bout of food poisoning.
- living out of boxes (especially if you weren’t the most accurate when labeling them).
- noodling around with your blog instead of packing for ALA.
Fortunately for you folk, my crankiness is your gain…
…instead of pawing around vendor sites looking for free conference lunches, I’ve decided to display one of my strongest talents: telling people what I think, whether they’re interested or not. So here goes:
- Most advice given has very little to do with you and a hell of a lot to do about the person giving it
- You know a counter-culture phenomenon has lost its luster when you spot a mall kiosk devoted to the trend.
- Want to give your new-born baby a unique name? Try Mary. Or Jane. Or Kevin. The whole Esmé-Caitlin-Travis-Tyler-Zoe/Cloe/Loe thing is a well-worn road. Trust me. (And what happened to all those girls who were named Crystal in the 80s?? They all just freakin’ disappeared.)
- I must have been out of town when the whole chunky-blonde streaks & flip-over stylin’/hip-hugger wearing/shopping bag & latte carrying uniform was distributed.
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- I personally know at least three gay men who have absolutely no sense of style. They still manage to lead productive lives.
- Want to be a CEO? Go around and act as if everything that comes out of your mouth is the most extraordinarily profound thing ever uttered. Worked for Rumsfield for awhile….
m/36plg”>little fringed pillows priced at $50 each does not a living room make. They must be accompanied by coordinating coasters at a cost of $30 for a set of four.
I probably won’t be posting until I get back from ALA. If you’re at the conference, please to feel free to say hello while I’m trolling the vendor booths, unless I’m muttering darkly into a frappaccino….