Rebecca L

I like to tell the story of how, at the library where I used to work, the first poetry book that ever had a hold list so long we had to buy more copies was Milk and Honey, by Rupi Kaur

My History of the English Language professor would go on regular rants about the blue-haired grammarians who did things like insert a silent b into the perfectly cromulent French loanword "dette" so the refined and educated could demonstrate its Latin derivation

A black cat curled up fast asleep on a pile of assorted socks on the floor next to a dresser.

I can't put my fuzzy slipper-socks away any more, because where would she sleep then?

You know, I usually can't stand to listen to political speeches--something about the cadence and the shoutiness throws me off, so I nearly always read the transcript the next day instead.

But I listened to this.

Teen Vogue has had more guts to dissect and expose the truth when so many veteran media outlets have bent their knees to a criminal despot and his regime and this news is absolutely appalling and unacceptable

Not me, no.

and what is remembered, lives

Evergreen sentiment

Congratulations! I bought a copy for my husband, so we did our bit to keep it there a little longer

The same three cats (tabby, tortie, and void) from a different angle, all looking at the camera as if to say, "You disturbed our nap for this?"

I'm sorry, human, this meeting is for supervisors only

A black cat, a brown tabby cat, and a tortoiseshell cat uneasily coexisting on a Halloween-themed quilt.

High concentration of cats per square foot today. #ProofOfCat

Same!

I could maybe, possibly excuse him getting the tattoos when he was young and dumb, but I cannot excuse him for not removing the tattoos well before he decided to run for office.

Also, all I know about this is what I've picked up from the Discourse du Jour, which means I need to log off

Pity I can't count ranting as exercise, I would be a size 2

People tell me I just need to find an activity I enjoy, and I'm like: You don't get it, no part of this is ever fun for me. It never becomes a habit that I miss if I can't do it. It remains a tedious chore that I have to force myself to do

I am also 56 now after my birthday and I concur with every part of this statement.

Almost forgot, the Carterette Series webinars from the Georgia Library Association are always topical

Seconding U of WI i-school, they're great. I like Library Juice Academy. ALA e-learning has both paid and free content, and you don't have to be a member to sign up. WebJunction curates a monthly list of free webinars for library staff.

Define your taste in books with 8 authors. In no particular order:

Barbara Hambly
Ben Aaronovitch
Laurie R. King
John Scalzi
Martha Wells
Claudia Gray
Simon Winchester
Heather Cox Richardson

Answers extremely subject to change. This is just TODAY'S list of LIVING authors.

Oh no, I am so sorry

Depends on whether the universal translator has figured out how to speak Cat

I like to joke that what every library needs is a basket of name tags with fake surnames, so staff can pull one at random at the start of their shift. And I made that joke at a library that changed the policy to allow just first names on badges back in 2010.

Oh no, I just found out. I am so sorry for your loss, everything you ever said about him made him sound like an utter delight

Natchitoches would have been my second choice--it was a little farther away from where I lived! (Deleted and reposted to eliminate an egregious typo. Edit button when, Bsky?)

Atchafalaya.

Thanks, I was trying to remember their name! All I could recall was the excellent motto, "we don't know and we don't care"

Time for Timer on a red background. Next to him, the phrase "When my get-up-and-go has got up and went, I hanker for a Hunk O' Cheese!" He looks at you with this blank stare, daring you to tell him you tried to make sunshine on a stick in the freezer but the toothpicks never stayed up straight. He knows you won't say anything because you're embarrassed. You know he knows. He knows that you know that he knows. And yet, he just stands there, hankering for a hunk o' cheese like it isn't fucking impossible to get plastic wrap to stay taught on an ice cube tray. You want to ask him for a wagon wheel, from his stacks of snacks, but you can't bring yourself to say the words, because now you, too, are hankering, hankering for the last hunk-o-cheese, and you both know you'll have to fight for it.

If you can hear this image, it's probably time to schedule your colonoscopy. If you can sing the whole song, it's also time to get your shingles vaccine.

Saw someone say, “Stop hoarding books, we don’t need paper books anyway” and I can’t express how misguided this is. Online libraries disappear, digital books can be altered, and with Big Tech seeking to destroy history and literacy, print media has never been more essential.

The fundie baby voice can be used for good purposes

My husband has all your other books, but hasn't bought this one yet. Which just means we'll probably do our bit to keep it on the list next week!