One of my favorite games, growing up, was Beleaguered Librarian.
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Here’s something you don’t know about me: I enjoy doing my taxes. I rarely get anything back from them, so that’s hardly the reason why – there’s no monetary motivation behind it – it’s just that, deep down, I really like filling in things, forms, blanks. I like putting things where they go, seeing them meld into the template of the 1040EZ, or the W-2, or the New York Times Crossword. I like it because when things fit, I’m pleased. I like it because, when it’s all said and done, it looks neat. And I like it because it looks intimidating: To think that...
Oh, I'm still around…
I'm currently experiencing technical difficulties, but rest assured, I've got blogs coming... The Lord, ever, do I have blogs coming: all about flying (yuck!), why I think the Electric Department cares what I do, and of course, the Impending Arrival of Siciliana... At the moment, though, I have to go sing at a funeral. And figure out what's wrong with my computer. The idea of writing on a borrowed one seems too...
Keeping up with the Jeffersons.
You know how the song goes. I'll just put a verse of it here: Fish don't fry in the kitchen; Beans don't burn on the grill. Took a whole lotta tryin', Just to get up that hill. [...] Finally got a piece of the pie, hi, hi, hi, hiyah, uh, hi. Something like that. My memory may fail me, but I love the song. And, like the Jeffersons, I've moved on up, got my pie (no meringue because that's like pudding, and I hate pudding). My piece of the pie? I've created a website. I have. I'm just not entirely sure how. I know, I know, I can hardly...
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