This being May Day, I should be writing some commie claptrap to show my solidarity with the downtrodden, but I’m just too goddamned tired. I swapped shifts in the velo-barrel with a comrade who was backed up against the wall of higher education and as things turned out there was a pile of pixels that needed pushing. The luck of the draw. I even had to speak to people on the phone and write down what they said for publication. Oh, the humanity. Making stuff up is ever so much easier.
At least we don’t have the swine flu. Not yet, anyway. The wine flu is a possibility come tomorrow morning, but we are spared the Revenge of the Pigs for now.
Meanwhile, Herself has returned from yet another road trip in the service of library science. This most recent excursion took her to the Stanley Hotel — yes, that Stanley Hotel, the one immortalized as the Overlook Hotel in Stephen King’s famous spine-tingler “The Shining.” The boogers didn’t get her, happily, but they did mess with her sleep by banging on the heater until she had to change rooms at (gasp) midnight.
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Damn you Patrick there are so many bad librarian puns I could make that I can’t choose. Of course they are so inside only Herself and I would get them.
While we don’t stay up late as a rule, as a group we do like to pick really interesting places to get together and speak the secret library lingo – OCLC, ACRL, AACR2, MaRC – but I’ve said too much.
You’re right, making stuff up is much easier. I had a co-author on a project of some scientific interest in the past who occasionally took this shortcut and it worked out very well for him. It became my job to find, point out and occasionally correct these errors, while it was his job to do…well, pretty much nothing. Sweet deal.
Beats me why how people get caught plagiarizing. Why go to the effort of copying someone else when you can just make up your own stuff?
Still, sometimes it is best, and funnest, to actually talk to the person you’re quoting. So the next time you talk to Levi tell him I said “Hi”.
Hey Pat, hope you had a sexy Beltain! Mine wasn’t, one of the hazards of getting old I guess.
Hey, Opus — naw. it was a quiet day around the houseen so. Went out and hugged the big maple in the front yard, went back in for a nip of the uisce beatha and called it good. We Zen Druids celebrate a little differently from our colleagues back in the auld sod.