Monday, March 14, 2005
So, this is monday. Kind of like a lot of other mondays that i've been through. i'm wearing headphones, playing a new Gorillaz song. It's called Dirty Harry. Sara, I'll play it for you when you come down. It's all right. I loved, LOVED the Gorillaz first LP. My only complaint was that there wasn't enough Miho Hatori. (Did you know Hatori meand solitary in Japanese, that's cool.) The song is called Dirty Harry, i wonder if the next record will feature a jam called Unforgiven or Million Dollar Baby. Maybe instead they should talk about some of Clint's good shit, like Every which Way But Loose. That movie rules ass. It has MMA (mixed martial arts) orangutans and slimy truckers and shit. Don't go see it on my account. It's not really all that good now that i actually think about it.
oh, Dirty Harry, the song, is cool. I don't think it's a single. That's just from listening to it. It's no Clint Eastwood. I wonder if The Automator produced it? If not, well i'll still buy it but i'll be far less enthused about the whole thing.
Is that how you spell enthused? For some reason my spell check box is gone. I spell like a twelve year old drop out.
At work this weekend, i work at the downtown library, i wasn't there at the time but some bum beat the shit out of a person, i say that like a dog bit a man. Anyhow, some dude got stamped and then he wrote some kinda letter to the paper that's getting everyone all 'riled up and stuff. I mean, it was bound to happen with the level of psycho that hang about the stacks. It's like Thunderdome( I called it that way before some haunt in Albany got the term) Now everyone in town is like, sprung into action, or at least they should be. Not that i am or anything. I'm to sullen to spring into anything but a lengthy depression.
Sometimes i wonder if the big firehose by the circulation desk is for fires or the quell a potential homeless dude gone wild, not the kind of wild that involves taking off clothes for cameras but the kind that involves phone book armor and sharpened toothbrush ends..
I think the hose is for the bums. It should be. I would have killed to see that fight. Did Dana come out and crack down like a bodyguard? I'm glad that folks are riled up. These crazy bums are failed by the system. The only system that takescare of them is the library system--which is about sharing ideas and information, not about jamming your saliva into some stranger's skin with bites all dog-style.
I miss a few things about working at the library:
1. good free Friends donations
2. tons o' books
3. bum writing fodder
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oh, Dirty Harry, the song, is cool. I don't think it's a single. That's just from listening to it. It's no Clint Eastwood. I wonder if The Automator produced it? If not, well i'll still buy it but i'll be far less enthused about the whole thing.
Is that how you spell enthused? For some reason my spell check box is gone. I spell like a twelve year old drop out.
At work this weekend, i work at the downtown library, i wasn't there at the time but some bum beat the shit out of a person, i say that like a dog bit a man. Anyhow, some dude got stamped and then he wrote some kinda letter to the paper that's getting everyone all 'riled up and stuff. I mean, it was bound to happen with the level of psycho that hang about the stacks. It's like Thunderdome( I called it that way before some haunt in Albany got the term) Now everyone in town is like, sprung into action, or at least they should be. Not that i am or anything. I'm to sullen to spring into anything but a lengthy depression.
Sometimes i wonder if the big firehose by the circulation desk is for fires or the quell a potential homeless dude gone wild, not the kind of wild that involves taking off clothes for cameras but the kind that involves phone book armor and sharpened toothbrush ends..
I think the hose is for the bums. It should be. I would have killed to see that fight. Did Dana come out and crack down like a bodyguard? I'm glad that folks are riled up. These crazy bums are failed by the system. The only system that takescare of them is the library system--which is about sharing ideas and information, not about jamming your saliva into some stranger's skin with bites all dog-style.
I miss a few things about working at the library:
1. good free Friends donations
2. tons o' books
3. bum writing fodder
Post a Comment