godream

The weather was lovely yesterday, as expected, which made it an excellent choice for boating: motorboating specifically. Great fun, especially since my friend who was driving likes to go fast, particularly over waves and other boats' wakes. Whee! Saw a cormorant nest and seals sunning on the rocks but beginning to look vaguely uncomfortable and progressively wetter as the tide started to come in. And we went up on Cadillac Mountain, which was very scenic, and went to the tourist trap restaurant in Acadia National Park, which was crowded, exorbitantly expensive, but delicious. Saw Spiderman 2 on Tuesday night in a neat old theater, from balcony seats, which was also very cool. Ate chocolate peanut butter cookie dough ice cream. Went shopping in Bar Harbor, through all the touristy stores, and obtained a sweatshirt and tank top and resisted the temptation to get a t-shirt with a skull and crossbones and the slogan "the beatings will continue until morale improves". Upon learning that I'd never seen a James Bond movie, my friend selected "Tomorrow Never Dies" from her extensive collection and we watched that, which was entertaining with many explosions and almost exactly what I expected, which was okay. I liked it enough that I'm tempted to start making my way through the rest of her Bond movies. :P Though I do seem to be losing all my random unique "I've never seen that" quirks. First Star Wars, now James Bond -- I'll have to come up with new bizarre things, I guess. Hey, I still haven't seen a Superbowl, that counts for something, right?

There was nothing to do, as expected, so: here they are. With my own brand of lame brilliant and witty commentary, of course.

(cross-posted to lincolnsudbury)

Another public service announcement:

Okay, folks. I'm not quite sure what you're thinking here. Maybe it's that it's a public library and that makes it entirely yours. Maybe it's like more like seeing a page reshelving and going oh, look, she's a teenager and she looks just like Mary Sue down the street who we pay ten bucks an hour to watch Ethel and little Gertrude whenever Mommy and Daddy need a long evening of alone time. And yeah, it's true that your tax money does, after all, pay for the library and for my wages.

Tough. You STILL have to watch your own children. That's right, I'm not here to babysit your kids and prevent them from doing a little bit -- or a lot -- of creative reshelving. For one thing, I get paid, but I don't get paid *enough*. Got it? Good. Yeah.

...

Also, Josie and the Pussycats is another one of those so-stupid-it's-actually-somewhat-amusing-movies. Which may actually be the point. Although I just realized Rachael Leigh Cook looks eerily like wishiwereemo, which puts a different spin on the whole thing. :D

In other news, I'm going camping with The Family on Friday, which should be entertaining. ("For whom?" asked one of the librarians when I told her that. After some consideration, I've decided I meant for the neighboring campsites. I mean as long as they like loud arguments and don't mind not getting much sleep.) We're headed up to southern Maine in the afternoon, and after that I'm going to northern Maine to visit a friend, and, um, then I'm going back home again a week from Sunday. Whee!

( And yay, interest meme! )

Hey, MIT has a class on Modern Science Fiction! Wicked. "Students investigate various short stories from "the Golden Age" to "neuromantic" and postmodern science fiction: the 1950s to the present. Students write critical essays and their own works of science fiction, and submit critical analyses of each other's efforts in a roundtable workshop environment." And another in Interactive and Non-Linear Narrative: Theory and Practice -- "Techniques of creating narratives that take advantage of the flexibility of form offered by the computer. Study of the structural properties of book-based narratives that experiment with digression, multiple points of view, disruptions of time and of storyline. Analysis of the structure and evaluation of the literary qualities of computer-based narratives including hypertexts, adventure games, and classic artificial intelligence programs like Eliza. With this base, students use authoring systems to model a variety of narrative techniques and to create their own fictions. Knowledge of programming helpful but not necessary.". And -- I'll stop cut and pasting now -- but Digital Poetry! Screw computer science, I'm majoring in writing. :P OK, there are interesting course 6 classes too. More than a few. Yay, college!

In other news: so I have this unexpected day off tomorrow. Anyone wanna do something? -- I should probably, you know, actually call people if I want to get out of the house, but this whole passive thing is so much easier. Later I will, really. :P

So I managed to get myself good and dehydrated today, I think, what with the water fountains in the new building not being chlorinated yet and me being too dumb to bring in liquid. Then I biked to the library. This was interesting, since my sense of balance was, um, unpredictable. I made it safely anyways, as you probably guessed from the fact that I'm around to write this entry, but it was fun, in the way of not being fun at all. Upon arriving at the library I hit the water fountain immediately, and then proceeded to shelve an overwhelming quantity of books. This is another activity that becomes particularly entertaining when leaning over too far makes you mildly dizzy. It's especially fun in the children's department, where all the shelves are low-down so that kids can reach them and people who are not two feet tall have to lean, kneel, or both. Whee!

Weird little-kid story for today: while reshelving picture books today, this boy who was probably fourish greets me. "What are you doing?" he asks. I've calmed down a bit from my previous spazziness so I manage to answer in a non-cranky way, "I'm putting back all these books." "Oh. What's your name?" he asks. None of this is new yet, I get questions from random curious kids on a semi-regular basis. So I tell him. Next question. "Do you have a husband?" "What?" I'm pretty sure I heard him wrong. He comes a step closer, lowers his voice confidentially, and repeats clearly, "Do you have a husband?" --- *g* I figure my next step can be getting elementary schoolers to flirt with me, and maybe I'll have worked my way up to people my own age by the time I finish college.

Also, anyone detecting a mathematical pattern of how often I have bouts of moaning and groaning definitely shouldn't comment on that fact, especially if they have a y chromosome.

That day is not today.

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Okay, so some of the reason I hadn't given in to this one earlier was that no WAY was I doing it at a public terminal, for more than one reason.

this is very interesting.

So this afternoon's escapade at work-at-LS was going to be checking out Thoreau's Cabin, but it turns out the key the Daves (the tech guys) had wasn't actually the right one. It's a very pretty key, long and round and relatively thick (and certain parties who may read this -- you know who you are -- should get their mind out of the gutter right now) and rather old-looking, on a clip thing with a tag misleadingly labeled 'Thoreau's Cabin'. I think it might have been the right key, once upon a time, because there was a hole in the cabin door that looked like maybe it used to be a keyhole, back in the day, about the right size for the key in question. Unfortunately it appears you need a different and much more mundane key to get into the padlock on the door, something boring and smaller than my GM. Bah.

But that was okay anyways, because later we ended up checking out the steam tunnels under the school instead. ( Very neat, and not only because I'm incredibly easily amused, so I'm going to ramble on and on about it. )

Oh yeah -- one more entirely unrelated thing. My e-mail account appears to accept overdue notices from the library but strategically bounce notices saying that the book I requested has arrived. This would frustrate me even more if I weren't in the library half the days anyways...

I think I might actually enjoy biking in the rain, but having to do it for transportation purposes totally ruins the fun. I really hope the weather clears up.

Also, ( movies. )

-- Actually I'm surprised I ended up with this much bold...