It has been a lovely morning.

My boss called. Convo as follows:

bossman: I was looking at budgets today

me: *silent thoughtful nod*

bossman: I noticed you are broke.

me: As you can see, I am somehow not surprised by that.

bossman: Do you have more books you need?

me: *thinking: he does know I are a librarian, right* I can think of a few.

bossman: Like, how many?

me: Easily.. I could spend 10 thousand right now.

bossman: How about picking five thousand of that and sending me the orders for them?

me: *joyous internal squee* I can do that.

bossman: No elfbooks though. Those you buy on your own.

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And then, I had two different students come in here and give me the ol' 'pat on the head good job' treatment, which is actually a very, very nice thing, because so little of the time is it noticed the role that the library plays in this place... one of them was an interior design student and she told me she had been overseas recently and that she was just thrilled to realize that the stuff that is hot in Europe is what I've been purchasing books about for the collection.

Yup, yup. Zhie reads the book reviews. It's an amazing concept, but I know there are librarians who don't...

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I am readying my stuffs for Denver. Whew. This isn't as much fun as readying stuff for Florida was.

When I am there, I will have my laptop, however, I doubt muchly that I shall use it very much. I have found the hassle greater than it is worth. But, it means I can still write while I'm there - joy! ^_^

And, I can make voice posts to LJ, and you can believe that I will finally be doing that!

And also, I have my cell phone, which has yahoo IM hooked up on it. However, I don't use my jubatus_rex name for that IM thingie. And because I don't really want to go through and manually add the entire list from the other name (there are over a hundred and fifty people on my IM... I'm surprised I can keep everyone straight; and only about a dozen are TC peoples if that)

Um.. there was a point to this... ah, yes, there it is!

My cell phone IM screen name is rivendellscribe so if you (yeah, yeah, no surprise there, right?) want to help me keep my sanity while I'm at this conference, please and thank you feel free to friend me on yahoo IM.

And if you don't because you've already figured out that I have very little sanity to lose, I totally understand...

Now I begin to understand where Andy Bell gets it from...

Being born at the tail end of the 70s, I missed a lot of cool shit. And by that, I mean a LOT.

One such thing I shall share with you now...

The other day at the bookstore, there was a DVD of a Queen performance for ten bucks. With my discount it's nine, so I picked it up. I just wanted to see what Killer Queen sounds like actually performed. So, over the past three days Mark and I have been watching parts of it during dinner.

Yesterday driving home, we get on the subject of it, and I ask Mark, 'So, Freddy Mercury's dead, how'd he die?'

He responds with 'you don't know? He's the most famous guy who died of AIDS'

'Oh,' I reply, 'So, I guess he is gay then' (Me, I wasn't sure, but there seemed something a tad queer about that guy on stage)

Mark says 'Well, I think he was bisexual'

This spawns a discussion about AIDS and HIV and famous people with it and the 80s and the scare of it and lots of other mostly unhappy things related to it, including Andy Bell's hip replacement which somehow ended up sneaking in there.

-- Mark has just made the discovery that if Andy Bell and Eddie Van Halen formed a band, they could be called 'The Tragically Hip'. He also reminded me that David Lee Roth said 'nobody cares about your fucking hip' to Eddie. Very un-Glorfindel, but I'm not recasting.. --

So, where were we... oh, yes, Queen. So, tonight, watching the last part of it, and Freddy has been bopping about stage in tight white jeans with his superman shirt hanging from his hip. We do a short little thing with a gong, and the next thing I know I am choking on a chicken strip because he has just reappeared onstage in a trucker cap, what appears to be a pink bandana (was actually red) and white tennis shorts that left so little to the imagination I am quite certain he was not one of the rockers who stuffed socks down the front of his pants.

I then informed Mark, if this guy is planning on taking any more clothes off, I want to know ahead of time. The last thing I need to explain to an emergency room nurse is why I choked myself nearly to death because of... yeah, well, it's not something I want to have to explain.

And so. I do believe, I see now, where Mr. Bell got his ideas from. At least, in part.

If only I was not so naive about the world of celebrity and such, perhaps I would have known this ten years ago like everyone else.

Yes, yes. That is all.

Until next time, I remain, as always,

-Zhie, the nearly uninformed