Grrr. Argh.

Let's see. Internet is down at home, so I'm posting over my lunch hour at work. I am no longer sitting here in the dark, but I did spend the first half of the morning doing such, because they're replacing all the lights at the library. The new lights are more energy-efficient and have this funky pink glow. The bad news is that, with the exception of the staff room and the program room, ALL the lights in the library are on the same two switches. Including the public washrooms. Heh. It's going to be an interesting afternoon.

It has been handed down from up on high that yea, each library branch shall have a book display. And the previous edict that the aforementioned display shall showcase A/V, booktapes and book CDs all summer shall be disregarded. And yea, those that are responsible for the fiction display for the month of August (such as yours truly) shall focus on cows.

Yes, cows.

And beef.

Why? Because we're showing our support for the Alberta beef industry. Yipee-kay-yay. On the plus side, Barb has a large collection of stuffed cows in her parents' garage, and is going to lend me Brutus, the largest one, to sit on top of the display shelf.

Mooooo.

Book of the moment: Just finished a schlocky YA witch book. The Witches of Willowemere by Alison Baird. Ehhh, it coulda been worse, but it wasn't great. All mystic powers, reincarnation, some token Wicca running aroud, evil teen witches, etc. And not a smidgen of slashiness, just the 2x4-shadowing of the reincarnation of her lost love showing up later in the series. Because oh yes, this is a series.

Anyhoo. Must go convince a bunch of gr 5-6's that the library is a Cool Place. Easier than it sounds when you travel with books like The Day My Butt Went Psycho.

More about the cows.

And about the lights. About an hour and a half after my last post, somebody jostled the wrong wire and we spent a good half hour lit by nothing but the oh-so-romantic localized glare of the emergency lighting. Mind you, this did not stop our patrons from what they were doing. Oh, no. We've started keeping an extra flashlight at the reference desk.

Anyhow. I left another staff member planning on "cow"-ing the display shelves (aka papering them in a lovely black and white holstein pattern), and am dreaming up some creative signange.

Mooooo-ve 'em out: Round something up from the library herd today.
Mooo-ving Tails (fiction)
Mooo-stly True (non-fiction)
Mooo-sic
Mooo-velous Meals (cookbooks)

Pretty bad, eh? *g*

Barb just read the warnings for a PotC fic--something scarier than RPS cannibalism. PotC mpreg. *shudder*

Prejudice knows no bounds

Tonight was Wed. This means that we headed out and spent a couple hours hanging out with friends at a local pub. And there was much questionable conversation about fannish and non-fannish things, and then we headed back to the car. In the next block, where we parked the car, happen to be two of the gay bars. (Whiiich would explain the proliferation of rainbow-sticker bearing vehicles in the general vicinity, wouldn't it?)

And just as I'm getting into the car (which bears its own rainbow splotch on the passenger side window) these three gayboys, alllll attitude pass by. One of them tosses over his shoulder at me, all scornful-like as only the testosterone-ridden young thing he is can be, "Breeder."

Now isn't that just too ironic for words? And all I could do at the time was say "Uh, noooo..." Sorry to burst your bubble, little boy. (Incidentally, that's me, big with the witty come-backs AFTER the fact.) And I think he really needs to take his gaydar back for a full refund.

Barb wanted to go kick his ass, but it REALLY wasn't worth it.

There are many philosophical type things that can be said here about prejudice, appearances, etc., but it's late and I still have to put together an outreach storytime for tomorrow that I didn't get done at work this afternoon.

I don't care whether or not I look gay. It's the whole sleeping with another woman thing that kid of clinches it, ne?