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Well, here I am again with a collection of bits to post because you miss me and so I must post something. Well, I will pretend you have missed me. It hasn't been PARTICULARLY long, but it feels like it a bit. I've had a lot less computer time this past week and a half-- it's amazing how much computer stuff I accomplish while on reference desk. This is NOT (dear employers or otherwised concerned) to imply that I don't actually do my WORK while on reference desk. But I get a lot of Internet read while there, too. And as I haven't HAD a reference desk for the past week and a half (OPENING DAY IS TOMORROW!), I've been as obsessively reading-- or skimming-- my favorite blogs as much as possible in whatever time I can squeeze in at home, which means I also haven't been typing anything. Imagine.
Today we went Strawberry Picking at a pick-your-own farm. Maddie reminded me very much of Little Sal (we must go Blueberry Picking next month), and it is only luck-- or the fact that there simply were no bears around-- that kept her from wandering off after a mother bear. Sam was very enthusiastic at first, but it took me awhile to figure out what he meant when he was trying to say that he wanted to Pay With the Strawberries Now. By the time I DID comprehend his pleas to go home, we had filled about half of our ten-pound volume basket (and none of the now-stained basket Maddie had carried and added berries to, kaplink, kaplank, kaplunk, before eating them). Five pounds fresh beautiful little berries-- plenty for jam and a few more besides.
In other completely unrelated news, I was rather amused by Robin McKinley's latest post, because she basically draws the exact same conclusions I drew in my Learning to Sing on Paper post the other week, but in the opposite order! Because she of course already knows how to write. :P
Speaking of authors, I just got an email notification informing me that "@dduane is Now Following [Me] on Twitter." SQUEEEEEEEE! Too bad I don't say anything intelligent.
Fifthly (I think), the other day I actually got TAGGED in a LIVEJOURNAL SURVEY HICKEY THING. Wow! How very 2007! I did comment once long back that I missed those surveys. Then![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vovat actually posted one about a week later. But I was very busy that week, and the survey was full of those embarrassingly perverted questions written by teenagers who think they are more amusing than they are, which really didn't seem to match the happy professional family-friendly vibe I seem to have developed on my blog in recent years, anyway, so could I really justify doing the dang thing? Well, THIS week (or last, or something) vovat did another one AND TAGGED ME DIRECTLY, and also, the rules apparently aim to fix these problems:
Rules:
* People who have been tagged must write the answers on their blog and replace any question they dislike with a new, original question.
* Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.
I LOVE the concept of replacing questions! Except what's the definition of "dislike"? Questions I actively DON'T LIKE ONLY, or can I also replace questions that are mildly boring? In which case, why bother taking a survey at all? I could just write a new survey. I always wanted to write a survey based on the Dewey Decimal System. But I definitely don't have time for that.
( actual survey under the cut for people who don't care )
Today we went Strawberry Picking at a pick-your-own farm. Maddie reminded me very much of Little Sal (we must go Blueberry Picking next month), and it is only luck-- or the fact that there simply were no bears around-- that kept her from wandering off after a mother bear. Sam was very enthusiastic at first, but it took me awhile to figure out what he meant when he was trying to say that he wanted to Pay With the Strawberries Now. By the time I DID comprehend his pleas to go home, we had filled about half of our ten-pound volume basket (and none of the now-stained basket Maddie had carried and added berries to, kaplink, kaplank, kaplunk, before eating them). Five pounds fresh beautiful little berries-- plenty for jam and a few more besides.
In other completely unrelated news, I was rather amused by Robin McKinley's latest post, because she basically draws the exact same conclusions I drew in my Learning to Sing on Paper post the other week, but in the opposite order! Because she of course already knows how to write. :P
Speaking of authors, I just got an email notification informing me that "@dduane is Now Following [Me] on Twitter." SQUEEEEEEEE! Too bad I don't say anything intelligent.
Fifthly (I think), the other day I actually got TAGGED in a LIVEJOURNAL SURVEY HICKEY THING. Wow! How very 2007! I did comment once long back that I missed those surveys. Then
vovat actually posted one about a week later. But I was very busy that week, and the survey was full of those embarrassingly perverted questions written by teenagers who think they are more amusing than they are, which really didn't seem to match the happy professional family-friendly vibe I seem to have developed on my blog in recent years, anyway, so could I really justify doing the dang thing? Well, THIS week (or last, or something) vovat did another one AND TAGGED ME DIRECTLY, and also, the rules apparently aim to fix these problems:Rules:
* People who have been tagged must write the answers on their blog and replace any question they dislike with a new, original question.
* Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.
I LOVE the concept of replacing questions! Except what's the definition of "dislike"? Questions I actively DON'T LIKE ONLY, or can I also replace questions that are mildly boring? In which case, why bother taking a survey at all? I could just write a new survey. I always wanted to write a survey based on the Dewey Decimal System. But I definitely don't have time for that.
( actual survey under the cut for people who don't care )
