a lot of the time, i talk to inanimate objects in a tone of voice that’s expecting a reply. if i’m around kristen when i do this, she replies in a silly voice. i finished a book this morning by terry pratchett called wintersmith. the witches in it visit each other for chats to make sure one hasn’t cackled (which means to go mad). when my inanimate conversation counterparts don’t verbally reply to me, courtesy of kristen, i actually feel more cackled than when they do. this is probably because they reply in my head. at least when kristen speaks for them i can tell it’s her and not them. i don’t think this is a good sign.
because i am a huge dork, last night i watched the librarian: return to king solomon’s mine. which is a sequel to the librarian: quest for the spear. a lovely cross between indiana jones and romancing the stone with a librarian hero–the second one is way stupider than the first. they DO both star noah wyle. but hey, at least i have another adventure librarian role model to worship. rachel weisz in the mummy remains the favorite by far.
not being an adventure librarian who travels to egypt and/or rescues the spear that stabbed J.C. is pretty easy so far. last week, i put up holiday decorations at the high school and was given a free computer to take home. at the public library, i am praised daily (or at least thrice weekly, which is when i work). these accolades are not special though when you take into account that they are merely because i’m not a slack-jawed imbecile. they have low standards for my position. and in library school, i’m pretty sure i’ll get an A in both classes even though both my final paper and datastructure were only B quality work. i think in actuality i really qualify as a B student who only gets A because of the crap schools i attend. that’s depressing on many levels.
moo is really only pretending to be friends here. they are not yet friends. i have to say i’ve learned a valuable lesson in getting a second cat. i can’t have 2 cats if i get them at different times anymore. they either have to grow up together or i can only have one at a time. i miss the time when it was just moo and i. then again, i also miss the time when i didn’t have to give moo 2 pills a day or shove a gigantic needle into her ruff and drip IV fluid into her. i miss my youth. maybe i *should* consider the chicken shit or human baby fetuses.
“Nothing is more fatal to maiden delicacy of speech than the run of a good library.” -Robertson Davies
I don’t know about canary delicacy of speech. Although I think canaries are delicacies in some countries.
spencer tracy says it in woman of the year. if i was katherine hepburn, i’d punch him in the face. especially since his comment makes no sense.
i really do need to read some davies. one of these days.
Moo cow is so tiny!
Ummm… I can’t quote anyone. Sorry.
she is tiny. well, she does only weigh like 7 pounds. moggy weighs 6.5. but she is already 6 months old and probably nearly fully grown.