On interest...

Perhaps I look exceedingly approachable and interested.
The other day while doing a shift at another library, I was approached separately by three of the full-time staff who engaged me in conversations about law school, Second Life, a son's search for an apartment to rent, utilities, FERPA certification, and the historical and modern stigmatization of birth mothers in adoption situations.
Fascinating, but why me? I don't know these people beyond their names (well, and now their Second Lives and FERPA certification and son's apartment search.) My theory is that you take someone who is already half willing to talk, show them the barest of interest, occasionally present a "Well you know you can call Duke Electric and they'll give you an average monthly bill for a given address.", and for the most part they are willing to share their life with you. Whether you like it or not.
And I'm not saying I don't like it. I do find it quite strange. But it can also prove a useful tool. But let's not forget strange...

Now on air...

Last year just when moving out of a dwelling shared with one of my favorite people we realized that with the running commentary that we kept up on the TV we watched, we probably should have started a blog. Well, I no longer watch quite as much television with Jenny, but I decided to go for it anyway, as I tend to keep up a running commentary even when there isn't someone to hear it. So here it is, the debut article of Currently Broadcasting: A Blog of TV Stuff.

Confidential to Jenny: Would you like to become a writer on said blog?


“I saw a product on late night tv. It said, you can water your hard-to-reach plants with this product. Who the fuck would make their plants hard to reach?! I know you need water, but I'm gonna make you hard to reach. I will throw water at you. Hopefully they invent a product before you shrivel and die. And they said, you can have this product for four easy payments of $19.95. I would like to see a product that was available for three easy payments, and one fuckin' complicated payment. We ain't gonna tell you which one it is, but one of these payments is gonna be a bitch: the mailman will get shot to death, the envelope will not seal, and the stamps will be in the wrong denomination...Good luck fucker! The last payment must be made in wompum!”
~ Mitch Hedberg