evil, evil, hellbent evil

Sometimes while I am at work and on desk I have the urge to go into my enemies accounts and leave notes for other librarians to read.
For my ex-roommates I want to put "Loser" on his and "evil conniving bitch" on hers. I know that I can not do this, but I really want to sometimes.
But it is unethical and therefore I shall not, but wouldn't it be fun if I did?

Something that just may be unpostable

I have found out a very depressing fact about one of my all time favourite writers. I was all ready to come and post it here but now I can not.
This writer is dead and I really wonder whether or not posting it will make any difference, or if it will just make people not like him. I also don't know how substantiated this claim is but several different respectable resources have said it so I guess it must be true to a certain extent.
I find it so sad that this element of this writer is apparently true, but I also feel that I do not want to add anymore shame to his name then may already be there. He has been dead for 16 years and I think that I will just leave well enough alone.
And I do not like him as a writer any less, I just feel bad that he may not have been as good a person as I assumed he was.

Emily is delightful!

I have to say that one of the best ways to spend a monday night is with a good friend, some cheese and crackers, finger foods, good talk and laugher, good movies and the sense that all is fine with the world.
That was last night. Sigh.
Once again Emily is one of the most delightful people around. You should all hate me that I am friends with her as that means I take away time from you that you could spend with her.
La la la.

Getting my hate on

I went to the theatre last night.
My first true love, my harsh mistress, the theatre how I adore it in its many splendered forms.
However last night was like a bad dream. There were all these people there from my past who I was not all that thrilled to see.
This one girl from univeristy was sitting right in front of me and slightly to the right. I HATE HER! But I did not realize until sitting there last night how much I really don't like her. As soon as I saw her I wanted to get her attention and then tear her a new one. Wow! I almost felt bad about how much I don't apparently like her.
My friend B was there and it was nice to see him. And the lead singer of sloan (who needs to take a bath) was also there and so was Atom Egoyan.
But seeing Becca there (oh yeah that is her real name and so help me I dare someone to make some sort of comment about how I can not use her real name because I am looking for a fight - wanna piece of me?) just made me realize how much she irritates me. I think it may have ruined the play for me - cause I did not really like it all that much.

Man's best friend

Last night I was watching my cats play fight.
Gloom Cookie took an assertive (and lazy) stance on his back with his paws up. Johnny attacked, and attacked, and attacked.
After a while Gloom Cookie had decided that he had had enough but Johnny would not give up.
So Gloomy hooked his paw inside Johnny's collar, pulled him close and swatted his nose.
Game over.
I exploded in laughter.

Keep telling yourself it is only a dream, it is only a dream

I had the weirdest dream last night.
I was in a very independent horror film (I think maybe it was supposed to be real) that was reminiscent of Wes Cravens "The Last House on the Left".
Anyways in this dream I was at one point the killer, who was hiding the torso of the person I had just cut up in a janitors yellow water bucket. And I was mopping the floors with the bloody water, and trying to hide what I had just done from other people in the building. It was in a basement hallway that was well lit with lots of concrete blocks for the walls and a concrete staircase upon which I carried the body/bucket up.
Another scene had the award winning actress Mary Steenburgen in it, and she and I were the victims who were being stalked and I watched her be mutilated. This scene took place somewhere with flowered wallpaper, I can not describe the room it was dark and shadowy, but there was definitly ugly wallpaper that my Mother would love!
And I know that there were a couple of more violent scenes but for the life of me I can not remember them right now.
And the really crazy thing was I woke up exhausted from this dream. I wonder what the hell my subconscious is trying to tell me.

Blawg

I am now writing a blog for the TPL childrens website called Kids Space.
I need some ideas of what to write about.
I have been sort of floundering. But today I came up with a couple of really good ideas, but in the next two weeks I have to write 4 more entries on a dead line so that my supervisor can go on vacation and have lots of stuff to post.
So far I have written about a book, colours, how to survive zombies attacking, not wanting to go to school because of bullying, and remembrance day.
I have been told that we are trying to avoid the normal blog stuff kids read, so I want stuff that is on the edge. Or at least edgy ideas that I can tone down to be acceptable on our website.
So any ideas?

I love Dickey

Your Stripper Song Is

Closer by Nine Inch Nails "You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I?ve got no Soul to tell" When you dance, it's a little scary - and a lot sexy.

What Song Should You Strip To?

It doesn't rain, it pours

I had an interview this morning for a new position in TPL at a different library. I also have another interview for tommorrow morning at another library within TPL. So yuppers looks like I will soon be leaving Central for bigger and better things. Good good good.
I have to say this mornings interview went kick assy well.
Hopefully tommorrow will mean the same thing.

How many cats is too many cats?

My friends and I have had this conversation several times about how many cats a person can have in their dwelling.
Well now through the magic of math, we have a formula for deciding.

I propose:
Cat_max = ceil( (x - .5)^-2 + 2 )

where x is the number of people residing in the domicile.

So if you live alone, then you can have a maximum of six cats

with two people, you can have a maximum of 3 cats

I cry and no one can hear in hell

This is another little vent about Thursday night.
But I have to say the another thing that really bothered me about the incident (and I had thought about this before Snooze pointed it out) was how the public there dealt with it.
They ignored it.
No one really seemed at all phased by the situation (except for the staff of whom none live in the area) and kept going on like nothing was out of the ordinairy. They still wanted their computers, they still wanted to ask questions, no one really took the time to think about what had happened and that it was being normalized.
I was especially annoyed with the patrons who could not respect the police line tape. The incident took place next to the videos so that entire area was quarantined to both protect the integrity of the crime scene and to stop people from going near the blood or broken glass.
But did that stop anyone? Not really.
I was completely offended by the patrons and their desire to take out videos and DVD's (not that I don't realize how popular these item are) and that they would attempt to go over or under the police tape in their attempts to just grab one or two, or as one patrons said "I just want to look for a second" - like somehow the time that they spent on searching would mean that they would not hurt themselves or ruin a clue or something.
I was infuriated that these people could not wait one night until the police had finished their investigation, but I guess since historically the police don't do much in that area, why would the populace care about their jobs?

Crash and Burn

There was another stabbing at TPL this past weekend.
After the gang related incident at Malvern on thursday night (which got no publicity at all) there was a stabbing at Toronto Reference Library where a patron attacked another patron.
A plain clothes policeman caught the offender and they are being charged. The person who was attacked is fine with non-life threatening wounds (whatever that means, word on the street is that they have a cut on their cheek).
So how come so much violence in so little an amount of time?
And even more so, why is the TRL attack receiving news airtime but the Malvern attack not?
Kind of bothers me.

Violence at work

I arrived at a branch tonight to do extra hours exactly 3 seconds after someone was stabbed in the face with a broken beer bottle.
Yes that is correct.
Someone broke a bottle and then stabbed someone they did not like in the face with it.
Then they all ran.
For those of you who engage in this type of behaviour in libraries please be advised:
A) We library staff members don't like seeing violence at work.
B) All libraries have security cameras - you are being recorded.
C) Why the fuck can you not stab your friends/enemies in a dark alley like a normal thug?
D) Why on earth do you come to the library to get drunk and then fight? The environment is not really condusive and we have security guards for a reason.
E) We have security guards.
F) You will get your library privledges revoked permanantly unless you go to a hearing to have them reinstated. And well chances are that it won't happen. (I am assuming that you are at the library fighting to cover up the fact that you really enjoy reading but have to cut your friends/enemies to prove how manly you are)

emotion drives the car home

I am really fucking cranky today.
And it sucks when you work with the public.

It really sucks that you can not tell them off or you will get in big trouble.
Oh well at least there is always tommorrow.

My name is NOAU and I use Boudreaux's Butt Paste

So yes I do, I do use Boudreaux's Butt Paste.
But not for what you think.
I have ezcema and it does a fantastic job of clearing it up.
It is meant for diaper rash, but the Pirate Librarian told me about it for its help with ezcema and I ran out and got some.
I can not say enough good things about it.
For other butt pastes I recommend Boy Butter, that stuff rocks.

No T.V. radiation to fill up my head

I had dinner with Flight Attendant last night. It is nice that we have become friends after our break up. Not that the break up was bad, but just in a lot of cases people do not remain friends.
In our dinner conversation we were catching up on the people we have been dating, and lo and behold we both dated the same guy.
Remember the jerk I went on the great first date with (the one where I ran into flight attendant on the way?) and then he told me where we were going on our second date. Well Flight Attendant dated him as well (when I say dated I mean he slept with him, I actually went on a date with him).
Dickey was right, this town is too fucking small.

Plug and Play?

I have recently signed up to some internet gay meeting people sights.
And on one people keep frequently using the acronym PNP. For the life of me I could not figure out why some people were so into and so adamantly against plug and play.
It did not even occur to me that it could have a different meaning.
But . . . it does.
It refers to Party and Play, which means taking drugs and having sex. However Wikipedia defines it as: gay men who take drugs such as crystal meth and then have gay sex.

My question is, what kind of other sex do gay men have?