Inspired by berym

I started work at 9, on just over five hours sleep. The inability to get to bed is upon me still.

I've been begging for boxes from the nearby stores. We need more boxes. Boxes to fill with Quartos, so we can move them and refurbish the library.

The next lot of stores said to come back at 2.

There is a yawning chasm of time between then and now.

I spent almost half an hour talking to our Computer Services Librarian, Alec, about Worlds Apart because he asked and we had nothing to do.

So here I am, with nothing to do, typing away.

After I get more boxes, I can pack more boxes.

After I pack more boxes, I can pack more boxes.

After I pack more boxes, I'll go to our other branch and ride out the rest of the day.

Quite possibly with less work to do.

I started at 9, I finish at 7. I am getting paid $20.56 an hour to write this update.

This is Monday.

More Monday

So here I am at Haberfield Library.

In my explorations of the web, looking for entertainments, I came upon an old Pyramid article. The article's about not expecting your players to be mind-readers in figuring out things and gives an example called "The TORG Story", which illustrates this nicely. It involves a mysterious, oracular old man who only sometimes responds to conversation.

After six hours, one of the players figures it out:
He only pays attention to sentences that begin with vowels.

Now, in the author's own words: "WHAT THE SAM HILL WAS I THINKING?!?"

The rant after that is particularly piquant:

"Try to wrap your mind around that. Six hours of staring at each other. Six hours of not having a good time. Take the worst movie you've seen. Watch it from beginning to end. Then, after it's over, call up people you'd rather be spend time with -- people you could be having fun with -- and say the following: "I'm just letting you know that, instead of having a good time with you right now, I'm about to rewind the worst movie I've ever seen and watch it again." And then, indeed, watch it again."

I just adore (from a masochistic/horrific/comedic standpoint, that is) the notion of specifically calling up a dear friend to tell them that you could be there with them, but you're not.

Torturous.

Just thought I'd share that.

What a way to spend the afternoon

I'd forgot about Dinosaur Comics until Paige (madame_wolf) reminded me.

So funny!

Brilliant dialogue follows:

Tyrannosaurus: "I notice you are attractive!"
Utahraptor: "You as well!"
T:"Care to put our emotional stability on the line in exchange for a chance at happiness?"
U: "OK!"
...
T: "So..."
U: "So... I'm leaving you!"

Now there's a whirlwind relationship. 1 panel.