2 posts tagged “library”

Ok in case there is going to be any confusion, this is Lo Librarian.  Not LOLbrarian.  There is an "i" in there.

In case anyone was confused.  In case anyone reads this, in case anyone Googles it and is looking for amusing PhotoShop tomfoolery and can't find it and is now completely and utterly bereft of laughter, misspellings, and improper syntax.

I think this was just a QOTD but I passed on it because I didn't want to have to give the following lame explanation:

Lo because it is short for Lauren.  It was my nickname in high school and is now a term of endearment used mainly (only) by my parents.  And like three other people from high school that I still talk to on a semi-regular basis.  You can call me Lo though, for sho'.  I'm a ho for the fro-yo. 

Librarian because that's what I am, it's what I do, it's the air I breathe, the dewey I decimal, the engine I search, the taxes I onomize.  Also because I was not creative enough to come up with another unique online identity for myself.

I always thought the fact that it starts with LOL was nice.  It alludes to my humorous nature, my ability to "laugh-out-loud," as it were.  Maybe I will change my middle name to "Olivia."  And maybe I will name my firstborn "Rotflmao."  It sounds almost French.  Rautflameaux!

So, did you hear they're going to build a power plant in the middle of the library at City College?

In related news, after over 100 years of service, the NYPL is shutting down.

“It’s a real smart move,” said chief librarian Frank Drammonds, who has worked out of the main library since 1958. “Make it a Duane Reade, if that’s what people want. Aisles crammed with crappy little medicines and ointments and whatnot. Massengill. Foot spray. Tea-tree shampoo. Seventy different kinds of facial soap. Lousy DVD’s for $14.99. Be my guest. The truth is, the people of this city don’t deserve the library. Last year I was talking to a third-grade class at one of these futile functions we’re always having, and some little snot-nosed brat raises his hand and says, ‘So we’re supposed to rent the books?’ I said, ‘It’s called borrowing, Timmy. Look into it.’ Kid was mystified."

The sad thing is, one of those stories is not even fake!  But at least I don't have to start wearing the blue smock any time soon.