I’ve been here for an hour already. Polling is taking place and I am using my hospitality for freedom, democracy, and NO FUMAR signs.
For my loving family (and Internet stalkers) I have my non-district blocked Twitter-ish system.
5:35am – roll up with stereo thumping in the Scion, old people waiting outside my door.
6:05am – get all the books checked in and queued up for re-shelving
6:10am – check e-mail
6:22am – finish e-mail
6:23am – realize it’s going to be a long day…I should have brought a book
7:04am – Jeremy called – he’s sitting at the church, keeping it open for polls – let’s rock it for America! Woo!
7:55am – breakfast burrito and a strawberry milk (you want to be me) and a conversation with the principal about Call of Duty 4 – hoping that my assistant stops singing the score from Mama Mia
8:18am – election workers started up a game of Balderdash – the irony is not lost on me
8:37am – sad realization that less than 10 voters have shown up so far – do people care about local government?
8:51am – sitting down to Betrayal on Orbis 2 and a Rockstar Vanilla Roasted Light
8:55am – elections supervisor came in: “Oh, no one uses the library anymore. No wonder they let you use it.” – I had to interject – and restrain my Force Grip – I kicked a class out for you, buddy – follow me on a normal day
9:04am – read character creation rules e-mail from Sean and the Ewok section of the rulebook to calm down Librarian Rage
9:14am – the chosen one in the book is referred to as The Scion – heh heh
9:17am – D’oh! Just read the warning on the Rockstar – “This product is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure, or prevent any disease.” Well, dang! Why am I drinking this espresso and milk if not to cure my Krytos fever?
10:09am – encouraging picture from the other polling place – if they have more voters show up it will be through sheer cuteness alone
12:02pm – visited by beautiful family bearing McDonald’s – I am, indeed, loving it
12:49pm – disputed election worker’s claims that presidents only get retirement until 80 (so you should vote for McCain, who would draw no retirement from taxpayer dollars if serving two terms) – according to the Former Presidents Act, established in 1958, presidents receive a lifetime pension based on the current rate of an executive officer during their presidency – that pension is currently $191,300 – Barack would still theoretically cost more if you went solely off of lifetime pension, but it’s tough to predict the lifetime of a president
And that, my friends, is why you have a librarian – Boom, baby!
3:42pm – received threatening e-mail
5:40pm – visited by Jeremy and Company
6:25pm – found proper Wookiee prefix and suffix name appendix for my new character (by the end of the night I will have every bloggh category used)
6:33pm – realizing how long of a day it is that I can be this excited about some clan’s Wookiee name guide
7:59pm – only 2 Rockstars and coming down hard – I am a leaf in the wind…I am a leaf in the wind
8:35pm – When Boo-yor was in Li-Brar-Yyyyy….Let my Fiction gooooo
8:38pm – Could it be? Is it true? Will the librarian leave after only 15 hours in the library? Quick, while no one’s looking!
9:25pm – HOME
Semi-related posts:
You should have brought a book? Huh? Aren’t you a librarian? Spending the day in the library? D is always looking for new reading material. She considers you her librarian, in spite of the fact that you work for a rival school. Maybe you could spend the day productively. Searching your library for something new to recommend to your book-thirsty students…
I have three in cycle: Book 2 of P.J. Haarsma’s series, Generation Dead, and Dream Factory.
This would-be voter can’t find her early ballot. She put it in a safe place so it would be available for voting.
Democracy and libraries? The ghost of Benjamin Franklin approves.
Yeah, he keeps harping on that, but his library fines are atrocious.
On ghosts and libraries:
“Get her!”
“That was your plan? Get her?”
You’d think that the guy who helped found our country could get some sort of presidential pardon for his fines. Maybe he can talk to Fake Thomas Jefferson in the Evil League of Evil.
Which reminds me, in a very roundabout way, I realized I won’t be able to make it over for the P.J. Haarsma thing. It takes place at the very time I have to drop Morgan off at work, on the opposite side of the valley. So I’ll be forced to continue living all my exciting library encounters vicariously through you.
That’s alright. Not everyone can Party Like A Librarian (that will be my slogan when I release next year my energy drink, Earl Grey Max Extreme Light No Carbs Punch).
You’ll find my interactions with Sean via e-mail funny. I had everything worked out for my Ewok soldier/scout venturing forth to protect the beauty of Endor from Vong corruption.
But then he mentioned a Wookiee Jedi martial arts master and we’ve now come up with a hero who was frozen in carbonite by Ulic Qel-Droma. My brother got me a Star Wars compendium yesterday and I have only scratched the surface of obscure Star Wars knowledge.
Knowledge critical to any librarian.
A note to my husband, the uber librarian:
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Snaps is the name of the game, the name of the game is snaps.
You should think about
*snap snap*
slowing down your energy drink consumption…
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Seriously, though, I don’t want to have to drag the kids out of bed to meet you at the emergency room tonight!
Snaps is the name of the game, the name of the game is snaps.
*snap snap snap snap*
Kept drinking water, as you asked.
The ATN (Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Nerf) is interested in tracking down the man pictured above.
After a long day where I was accused of teaching astroprojection to my theatre students and learning that movie trailer voice Don LaFontaine passed away (that really depressed me), this was EXACTLY what I needed as a pick me up.
Seriously, Booyor, you’ve got a problem with caffeine. I can’t think of a time in our three years of college together where you consumed a drop of soda more or less coffee. I’ll blame your wife…and the kids.
I blame democracy.
Blame the Beatles…with their long hair and songs about revolution!
You know what I blame? The fact that in Guitar Hero: Aerosmith Edition, they don’t give you an option to play their cover of the Spider-man Theme.
So far I’ve needed three tissues to get through the speeches given during tonight’s RNC: The hero’s tribute, Laura Bush’s facts, and Fred Thompson’s vivid description of McCain’s POW years. Now Liberman is saying, “Eloquence is no substitute for a record.” The RNC are pulling no punches.
When Bush set fire to Romney’s empty battle armor on the forest moon, I wept as well.
I thought the scene where George H. Bush told George W. Bush that he was his father seemed rather unnecessary.
Take tomorrow off.
NPR was saying that turnout at the polls in Arizona was very, very low today- a combination of people using mail-in ballots, and not many hotly contested races.
So don’t worry that people were just avoiding you.
We had 29…29 people versus 1338 students.
Sounds like it would have been better to set the polls in a classroom close to the parking lot. Of course, you could always copy Peoria’s model and the public could walk through this dark hallway of a maze up and down little sets of stairs until it lands on a stage behind some curtains. It takes a little more in flashlight batteries, but you could always use rechargeables. The general election in November will have considerably more people. You could get the word out that the public can sign up for mail-in ballots on-line and do a fund raiser for the cost of the stamps. The virtual ballot is the way to go.
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