Reminds me of the time a patron asked me the difference between fiction and non-fiction. To this day I’m not sure they fully understood the answer.

On a semi-related note I remember a bit in some military sci fi novel where the bad guy aliens dismissed the humans as not properly warlike because their battleships were all named after cities and landmarks instead of having properly fierce names like skullcrusher, meanwhile the heavy battleships Stalingrad, Rorke’s…

2004-2005, so not old just hard living.

One of the joys of working at a great library is being able to peruse the bound magazine collection and look at stuff like Vogue from all eras of it’s existence. Fascinating stuff.

OK who else was thinking that the guy was making CG porn of dead celebrities fucking and forcing his employees to watch it?

So your contention is that I simply haven’t been inconvenienced enough, and once I am inconvenienced sufficiently I’ll set aside my moral compass and be OK with wishing violent death on the people who inconvenience me? Yeah, no.

If they want to revitalize interest in the olympics they could do worse than making “punching that guy in the face” an official sport.

My favorite part of the wildlife refuge takeover debacle was when the police tried to corral the people supporting the nutjobs into “Free speech zones” and they all flipped their shit. Like they didn’t all say “Put those hippies in cages and hose ‘em down!” when the shoe was on the other foot.

I think I might have run into one of these guys at the library. He asked for Black’s law dictionary and some other legal reference books, looked up “slave” then asked me if this was the “real” Black’s law dictionary. When I confirmed that it was he seemed unhappy and left.

“I don’t want to hurt anybody, but I’m happy to imply that anyone who inconveniences me when I’m in my car should die violently.”

If you have a better way of attracting sexual partners than acting like a complete moron, injuring yourself and facing criminal charges, I’m sure they’d like to hear about it.

Good info on checking the url of the websites. Working in a library I’ve come to reflexively check that shit when I’m helping patrons on the computer. “Ah, I think I see your problem, see facebook isn’t based in russia...”

When I saw that I just went “Really? Seriously? ya’ll know that sleeping babies and kids have been killed and badly injured during botched police raids right?”

OK I don’t play online but this sounds way too much like an old favorite pen and paper tactical game for me not to love it.

Yeah, No, you do not have a responsibility to the community to provide shiity pizza at the risk of people’s lives. That’s not how corporate responsibility works, that’s not how any of this works.

Christ I wish the sauce was tasteless, it’d be better than the overwhelmingly sweet HFCS laden crap they ladle on. And said sweetness does nothing to disguise the revolting flavor of the “was part of a pig at some point, we swear” sausage.

We use to have a rib fest here in Minneapolis (maybe it’s still going on somewhere, don’t really care) and even though there were plenty if different rib places represented it was still a joke because you got charged an entry fee (IIRC something like 15-20 bucks) for the privilege of spending 5-6 bucks at each booth…

Bill Mauldin says hi from 1962.

We once had a woman donate her recently deceased husband’s collection of the American Journal of Obstetrics and Gynecology. It ran from the early 70s to the late 80s when he retired from practice. She brought them to us in 2007 or 2008 and we just went “Uhhh, thanks...” and recycled the lot. We have no use for it and…

I hope that picture ends up in a history book right next to these SOBs.