Well, anybody who reads my drivel may notice a distinct lack of drivel over the past week due to some life changes. Sorry, crazy readers, but that will continue throughout the month of November due to "National Novel Writing Month" or NaNoWriMo for short. The task is simple: from November 1st through 30th, write 50,000 or more words that form a cohesive narrative, or "novel book thingie." With an output at average of 1,666 words per day, this will consume my time, mind and body. Won't you join me in this foolishness? Also, the goal is not to finish, but to try. Trying saves your soul.
What's my novel about, you ask? Not sure yet, not really. It's titled All These Scars and will be about an adventuring veteran and a loser guy. Can't say more other than I have been reading up on D&D and Fried Green Tomatoes was on the cable the other night.
If you want to join me in this, go to www.nanowrimo.org and sign up. I am listed under username bannedlibrary. Time's a wasting.
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Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Monday, December 13, 2010
5 Ways to Prevent Cabin Fever
Old Man Slushie has come again, dumping the white stuff and blowing the invisible stuff across the land. As the cold sets in deep, people begin to nest in the library. With the added crowd and inability to escape, both you and the staff can descend into the madness that is cabin fever.
Welcome to the library!
Here are a couple of ways keep your head in this wintery hell:
The youngest of the library can also breathe the most live into the library. Because school is out, either because of the holidays or because of snow, children become captive audiences for whatever play, skit or puppet show you can think of.
They are very receptive.
#B Create Something Special
My masterpiece. All in a row. Good times.
#Yellow: Clean Up a Little
As the number of people increase, so does the amount of trash. Take the time to tidy up all the little messes that have cropped up around the library. Those hard to scrub coffee, tea and blood stains will give you hours of work.
OOOO! A project!
#Door: Do Some Shelving to Motivate the Staff!
After showing the staff your writing and cleaning prowess, show them you mean business! Shelve with a fever, chasing their lazy butts down one by miserable one. Yeah, you will find them all, the bartender and the pink giraffe said so. They are all bad, bad whiny staffy staffertons.
IT'S SHELVING TIME!
They all laughed at you and did not think you would do it, but you showed them. It is all yours now, the library is safe from their kind, their dirty kind of non-shelving shelfy-doodles. They will not worry anyone anymore. In fact, those patrons are dirty, too. Dirty in your clean library. Just a walk outside to find them all and maybe a nap at break time.
Yeah, a nap with my eyes closed in a blanket of snowy snow.
# End of the End: Have a Party!
The library is cool and clean and you have kept your sanity. Whew! That nap did you wonders! Plus, now everyone is ready for a dapper party! The bartender is there, and so are all the old members of the Friends! Wow, they look so young!
Even the dead ones...
photos from The Shining, copyright 1980, Warner Bros.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Love in the Stacks: The Coffee Break
Carlos and Michelle danced around each other for months. Everyone knew they would get together, it was only a matter of time. It was something they could not shelve. It was... Love in the Stacks
In this book-spine-tingling segment, we introduce you to Carlos and Michelle, two librarians who share a forbidden love. Standing in the way is Enrique, Michelle's past flame and cataloger, and Carlita, the buxom library assistant II that is vying for Carlos's affections. As we begin our tale, Carlos and Michelle enter the break room and meet at the coffee machine...
"Hi, Carlos," Michelle said, as their eyes locked, their gaze holding as one would hold a favorite but very worn paperback.
"Hello," Carlos said, picking up the pot of hot coffee, "Coffee?"
"Oh, Carlos," she said, her hand flying to her chest, "Yes, yes, I would love some!"
"Where is your cup, my dear?" Carlos asked.
Michelle looked around, puzzled. She had set it in the dishwasher only yesterday.
The break room door suddenly flew open, slamming into the wall and knocking pins out of the bulletin board. Enrique strode into the room, his pants just a little too tight to cover the bulge of the item stamp in his pocket.
"Michelle," Enrique said, "Here, I have your coffee cup. I had it... monogrammed."
He held the cup out so that Michelle could see. Her face and his gleamed from within a heart; her name on top, and his on bottom. Her hand held out for it, but then stopped herself.
"Is that? Where was that picture from?" she asked.
"It is from that time we were on vacation. The sand, the surf, the beautifulliness of you."
"You mean the trip to Branson, Missouri? There was no beach there!"
"There was a beach in my heart," Enrique said, "And you, you were the sun! Come back to me, I need you. I am like an OPAC without a server."
"That's the dumbest thing I have ever heard," Carlos said.
"Carlos, stay out of this," Michelle said, "And yes, it was quite lame."
"Yes, Carlos, go fix your computers or whatever it is you do and-" Enrique stopped talking and blinked, "Hey, I thought that OPAC thing was good. My mom said sounded great. I stayed up all night-"
The break room door suddenly flew open, again, slamming into the wall, again, and knocking more pins out of the bulletin board. Carlita glided into the room, her dress the color of old book pages and just as easy to remove.
"Am I... interrupting?" Carlita said. She moved between Michelle and Enrique, taking the cup from his hand.
"Carlos," she said, "Can I have some of that coffee?"
Carlos glanced toward Michelle. He then poured the coffee into the mug. "Cream? Sugar?" he asked Carlita.
"No," she said, "I like my coffee like I like my books, dirty and without the covers."
"I don't follow you," Carlos said.
"I really meant sex," Carlita said.
"Ah," Carlos said.
Michelle then moved between them, taking the coffee cup from Carlita's hand.
"This cup's mine, Carlita. You should remember about touching someone else's things."
Carlita opened her mouth to respond when Enrique then moved between the women, facing Michelle.
"So you like the cup, Michelle?" he asked her.
Carlos then moved between Michelle and Enrique, facing Enrique.
"Dude, chick fight."
"Damn," Enrique said.
Just then Carlos felt a hot, scolding pain on his head and back. Michelle emptied the contents of the coffee onto his and Enrique's heads. With that, the two women stalked out.
Carlos put up the coffee pot, his pain both internal and external.
Enrique stepped on one of the pins that had fallen from the bulletin board. He was caused great pain.
Will Carlos and Michelle ever get together? Or will they choose Carlita and Enrique, you know, respectively? Why is their love forbidden?
...Seriously, aren't they adults?
Eh, maybe its policy or something, I dunno.
...But if that's the case then why would Carlita and Enrique be a threat? Wouldn't they be under the same policy?
Enrique plays by no one's rules!
Then why does Enrique still live with his mother? Dude, you are grown!
Shut up, fancy pants nose man you!
Find out next week in Love in the Stacks!
In this book-spine-tingling segment, we introduce you to Carlos and Michelle, two librarians who share a forbidden love. Standing in the way is Enrique, Michelle's past flame and cataloger, and Carlita, the buxom library assistant II that is vying for Carlos's affections. As we begin our tale, Carlos and Michelle enter the break room and meet at the coffee machine...
"Hi, Carlos," Michelle said, as their eyes locked, their gaze holding as one would hold a favorite but very worn paperback.
"Hello," Carlos said, picking up the pot of hot coffee, "Coffee?"
"Oh, Carlos," she said, her hand flying to her chest, "Yes, yes, I would love some!"
"Where is your cup, my dear?" Carlos asked.
Michelle looked around, puzzled. She had set it in the dishwasher only yesterday.
The break room door suddenly flew open, slamming into the wall and knocking pins out of the bulletin board. Enrique strode into the room, his pants just a little too tight to cover the bulge of the item stamp in his pocket.
"Michelle," Enrique said, "Here, I have your coffee cup. I had it... monogrammed."
He held the cup out so that Michelle could see. Her face and his gleamed from within a heart; her name on top, and his on bottom. Her hand held out for it, but then stopped herself.
"Is that? Where was that picture from?" she asked.
"It is from that time we were on vacation. The sand, the surf, the beautifulliness of you."
"You mean the trip to Branson, Missouri? There was no beach there!"
"There was a beach in my heart," Enrique said, "And you, you were the sun! Come back to me, I need you. I am like an OPAC without a server."
"That's the dumbest thing I have ever heard," Carlos said.
"Carlos, stay out of this," Michelle said, "And yes, it was quite lame."
"Yes, Carlos, go fix your computers or whatever it is you do and-" Enrique stopped talking and blinked, "Hey, I thought that OPAC thing was good. My mom said sounded great. I stayed up all night-"
The break room door suddenly flew open, again, slamming into the wall, again, and knocking more pins out of the bulletin board. Carlita glided into the room, her dress the color of old book pages and just as easy to remove.
"Am I... interrupting?" Carlita said. She moved between Michelle and Enrique, taking the cup from his hand.
"Carlos," she said, "Can I have some of that coffee?"
Carlos glanced toward Michelle. He then poured the coffee into the mug. "Cream? Sugar?" he asked Carlita.
"No," she said, "I like my coffee like I like my books, dirty and without the covers."
"I don't follow you," Carlos said.
"I really meant sex," Carlita said.
"Ah," Carlos said.
Michelle then moved between them, taking the coffee cup from Carlita's hand.
"This cup's mine, Carlita. You should remember about touching someone else's things."
Carlita opened her mouth to respond when Enrique then moved between the women, facing Michelle.
"So you like the cup, Michelle?" he asked her.
Carlos then moved between Michelle and Enrique, facing Enrique.
"Dude, chick fight."
"Damn," Enrique said.
Just then Carlos felt a hot, scolding pain on his head and back. Michelle emptied the contents of the coffee onto his and Enrique's heads. With that, the two women stalked out.
Carlos put up the coffee pot, his pain both internal and external.
Enrique stepped on one of the pins that had fallen from the bulletin board. He was caused great pain.
Will Carlos and Michelle ever get together? Or will they choose Carlita and Enrique, you know, respectively? Why is their love forbidden?
...Seriously, aren't they adults?
Eh, maybe its policy or something, I dunno.
...But if that's the case then why would Carlita and Enrique be a threat? Wouldn't they be under the same policy?
Enrique plays by no one's rules!
Then why does Enrique still live with his mother? Dude, you are grown!
Shut up, fancy pants nose man you!
Find out next week in Love in the Stacks!
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