I adore this guy. Satire so bonkers that it reads as true.

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Whackadoodle this afternoon.

We've dealt with this woman once before. This time we nipped it in the bud. We told her to leave the building. She left, but then said she was going to report me for sexually harassing her.

This is why, while I like Mychal Threets' enthusiasm for libraries, he does give a very rose-tinted view of what a modern library is. It's not all unicorns and rainbows. Those of us in the field deal with this crap more often than we should have to.

But I'm told the horseshoe doesn't exist.

Grace must be so proud.

Yes, I'm feeling particularly juvenile today.

Man, I've got a woody.

Cock pic.

As a Chelsea supporter, I know the feeling.

I remember reading an interview with Brent Spiner where he compared doing TNG to doing Shakespeare, because of all the technobabble.

Um. No.

I think we may have seen the last of Rafa Nadal if he doesn't play in the French Open.

So don't shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me
Don't shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me
You know you've got my sympathy
But don't shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me

Oh, good.

Well.

I had a former member of my blog return to read me for filth for supporting Israel. Her post was a regurgitation of Hamas talking points.

When I banned a friend of hers, she implied I was racist, then was offended that I called her out on it. Now she implies I support "genocide", but still doesn't say it with her chest.

Needless to say, banned. I'm gonna be 55 and my IDGAF phase is in full bloom.

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Yes, I'm a very silly man, but I still want to be on television.

Good morning.

My name is spelled "Liberal Librarian", but it's pronounced "Throat Warbler Mangrove".

OK you fountains of Wayne, off to bake.