Grrrrrrr. Also, Feh.
In Which Your Gripy Blogger gripes.
Category: libraries
Libraries and Jim Rice
In Which Your Humble Blogger just doesn’t get what’s so annoying about printers. Photocopiers, yes, with the paper jams and the light when people leave the lid up and so on. But printers?
What’d I do?
In Which Your Humble Blogger beats his head against the desk, and then does the only really practical thing under the circumstances: makes tea.
No Longer Piry
In Which Your Humble Blogger looks for assistance, particularly concerning the date after which the Patron is no longer allowed to borrow stuff.
This train don’t stop for trainers, this train
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets the ranty ranty rant rant off the old chest, and feels better now. Except: Ooh!
four shelf-feet
In Which Your Humble Blogger politely asks that none of you mention this to my Best Reader, who I probably should have asked first.
Methods of Persuasion, not limited to beating with a stick
In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders a wonder, without bothering to do any research on what really works and what doesn’t, out in the world of people who track that sort of thing.
Krug, Whelan, Heather
In Which Your Humble Blogger attempts to clarify without collapsing.
Fail
In Which Your Humble Blogger foolishly rushes in to the publishing business, or at least into a discussion thereof.
inclusion, exclusion, occlusion
In Which Your Humble Blogger stands on the outside, looking out.