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In which I discuss an interesting discovery on today's book cart, and also whine.
Feeling pretty guilty about my last entry, and realizing that instead of whining I really should do something about it. But how does one politely say, "Hey, listen, it's obvious you're in desperate need of a halfway competent proofreader, and if you've no one else then I'll even do it, just for the sake of preventing the pain in the collective eyeballs of the school."
I suppose if I'm aiming for tact I should probably start by chopping off the whole last clause (or whatever it is) hanging off the tail end of that sentence...
In other news, while reshelving today I ran across the lovely book "Are The Kids All Right?" The subtitle on the cover was "The rock generation and its hidden death wish!" The exclamation point is my favorite part. From 1981, it's got all sorts of good stories about how sex and drugs and rock and roll corrupted my parents. Plus, it's from the author of "The Interrupted Journey: Two Lost Hours Aboard A Flying Saucer"! (And since it had to be reshelved, obviously someone else has taken it out lately. Huh.) Read a fair amount during the hour I was waiting to be picked up from work this afternoon. Evidently the reason my ride didn't show was that when my brother said he was leaving the robotics meeting to come get me, someone else said they'd do it. This someone else, who shall remain nameless, tells me they couldn't find the library because of some issues they were having with (quote) "the space-time continuum." Gotta say, that's one I haven't heard before...
I suppose if I'm aiming for tact I should probably start by chopping off the whole last clause (or whatever it is) hanging off the tail end of that sentence...
In other news, while reshelving today I ran across the lovely book "Are The Kids All Right?" The subtitle on the cover was "The rock generation and its hidden death wish!" The exclamation point is my favorite part. From 1981, it's got all sorts of good stories about how sex and drugs and rock and roll corrupted my parents. Plus, it's from the author of "The Interrupted Journey: Two Lost Hours Aboard A Flying Saucer"! (And since it had to be reshelved, obviously someone else has taken it out lately. Huh.) Read a fair amount during the hour I was waiting to be picked up from work this afternoon. Evidently the reason my ride didn't show was that when my brother said he was leaving the robotics meeting to come get me, someone else said they'd do it. This someone else, who shall remain nameless, tells me they couldn't find the library because of some issues they were having with (quote) "the space-time continuum." Gotta say, that's one I haven't heard before...