Only a half-hour to go!!!!

Until I'm done at the UL. That's omething to talk about.

In Switzerland...

Yup, I'm in Switzerland now. Geneva to be specific. Not really sure how I got here or why I'm here. And boy oh boy, typing is super fun on one of these funky keyboards.

I must say, though, I had a wicked fondue. Awesome stuff. I shall be satisfied for months to come.

Quick impressions: Everyone smokes, and everyone is really tiny. The temptation to run amok like an evil giant is always there.

Yeah, other than that, Geneva is pretty mellow. But I'm off to go skiiing in a bit. Alright. I'm going skiboarding. Apparently, some people find that "lame". And if you are one of those people. I have a ball you can lick. Actually, 2 balls. And you lick em' good.

I don't think I need to tell you guys...

How sweet these books were.

Oh, I know that they have been long forgotten now-a-days, but back in the mid-8o's, these books were pure geeky goodness. I mean, a choose - yer - own adventure with swords, monsters and nasty ass traps? Bring it on.

Anyway, since I work in a copyright library, these puppies are just sitting on the shelf, waiting to be used.

Anyway, if you are kinda lame like me, give Deathtrap Dungeon 3 a try. It's pretty good, but just to warn you, these books are nasty (assuming you don't cheat). I have yet to beat DD3.

So let me know if you do. I'll give you a prize, or something.

Goodnight sweetheart, it's time to go....

First things first. A sequel to Valkyrie Profile? We simple mortals are not worthy. Never heard of Valkyrie Profile? Of course you haven't. It was just one of the most underrated RPGs ever.

Ok, that's all I needed to say on that.

In other news, I'm leaving the University Library. Yup, I'm gone. Why, you ask? Was it the masses of dumb, dumb readers? Was it my forced move to the Periodicals department? To this I simply say... bort.

A change was in the cards, and I think that the time is now. That being said, I've had the privilege of dealing with some grade-A dumb-fucks. One reader ordered a dozen periodicals, I manage to get 11 of them. The last one is on the open shelves, so I tell her exactly where to find it, thinking that it would be good for the reader to find it on her own. She says it's not there. So I have to go, find it, and bring it back. Yup, I tried to fix stupid, and failed.

Or there is the story of the reader who needed some help finding a book. Fine. No problem. I find the book. The reader says he need "psalm 69". So I open the book. It's in Arabic. This may come as shock to some, but I can't read Arabic. I tell the reader this. "I just need psalm 69". Yup, can't find it. And, unless I'm mistaken, finding stuff in books is your job, not mine. Wasted a good hour on this one. Lesson learned: never help anyone. With anything.

But my personal favorite was from a fellow co-worker. A higher-up, if you will. I get a message that some periodicals have been left out... And I have just been told that bad-mouthing higher-ups is bad news. I love everyone. Hugs all around. Censorship is grand. We simple people need control. I like kitties.