A 3 1/2 hour meeting yesterday afternoon with Herr Director has thrown my entire week off track. I'm now facing an unusually large amount of work and I actually have a deadline--something those of us who work at this esteemed institution are unfamiliar with. The meeting was a success--I learned alot about how libraries in Michigan are funded, what sort of legislative issues libraries are facing in the coming year, and that I am well-respected by said director. I mentioned my current fantasy involving living in downtown Grand Rapids and working at the main branch and was informed that if ever I leave my job here that I need to speak with him first, as a job would most likely be available. Of course, I also got a fair amount of "why-aren't-you-in-library-school-or-at-least-a-nonprofit-administration-masters-program" which I believe finally motivated me enough to write some papers.
I think I've said that before.
So Darth Cheney accepts responsibility for shooting someone. I only give it mention because it's all over the news as I type this, but it seems to me that the late night comics have covered this one adequately. As I mentioned Monday it made me giggle, but now I'm confused as to why anyone is still talking about this. Especially given that they could be talking about this. The administration wages yet another successful "WTBW" campaign (that's be "What's The Big Whoop" for those of you unfamiliar with a phrase I'm determined to bring back. Even if I must do it single-handedly) and unless people contact their Congressmen TODAY, the investigation in the House, which seemed a certainty a week ago, is most likely not going to happen. I shake my head in disgust. I understand that there isn't a semen-stained dress to sex this thing up, but honestly, people this one's a little more important. What's it going to take to get people to care?
According to a latest poll, it's going to take more than Democrats and Republicans. Fine. Get together all ye disgruntled and marginalized. It should be a government for the people, by the people. Go ahead. It's all you.
Last night was my first foray into the dart-throwing world. My sister claims to be rather good at it and my young gentleman companion is also a fan, so whilst sitting at The Office I decided to give it a try. I was told I have a good...something...arm? Toss? I can't remember, but it's not all wussy-like or anything. The first game wasn't even remotely close, but the second was significantly more competitive--in a crowning moment that I was allowed to enjoy for all of 10 seconds, I hit a triple 15 I was actually aiming for that resulted in some fat points--leaving me daydreaming all morning about the next time I'll be able to play. Two games doesn't remotely make me worthy of The Garage, but I'm optimistic that with a bit more practice I could become somewhat not completely sucky at it.
If I start waxing poetic about Star Trek, someone's going to need to intervene.
Happy Birthday to Raleigh! May your upcoming year be full of adventure, good times, and (most importantly) lots o'ladies.
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Oh, what a twisted, pseudo-masculine world you're being sucked into. With time you will become one of the smokey garage gladiators. Perhaps you can get xtina to throw some darts.
Oh, and I think peter has plenty of star trek videos you can borrow, but I'd lose all respect for you.
I, too, am confused as to why cheney's hunting accident is still in the news. I'm over it. I think they're just making it linger in the media to try and syphen a few more jabs out of it.
Perhaps I'll see you this weekend.
Kevdek
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