Is my blog SFW?

When one graduates, one must ask oneself important questions, such as:

-What do I do with my life?

-Should I take the road less traveled?

-Will that make all the difference?

-Oh, the places I'll go?

and, of course,

-Is there anything about me on the Internet that would make a library think twice about hiring me?

My blog today will focus on the last of those questions. Yesterday I googled myself with and without quotes (including an image search) and I came up clean (and, not to brag, but the first hit was actually about me getting a fellowship! Bonus!).

But still I worry. I did make reference to a sex act in my review of the Kids in the Hall show. And I admitted to stealing the organic part of an apple just a few weeks ago. Should I delete those posts? Am I being paranoid? Probably.

Still, in case any potential employers look me up and find this blog, I would like to say that I'm glad you're being so thorough in your search for a children's librarian. And I'll just mention that, while this blog is somewhat indicative of who I am as a person, a much better website to look at would by my MLIS Portfolio.

Which Superhero am I?

Your results:
You are Superman

Superman 80% Spider-Man 65% Robin 62% Wonder Woman 52% Supergirl 52% Iron Man 45% The Flash 45% Green Lantern 40% Batman 25% Catwoman 20% Hulk 0%

You are mild-mannered, good, strong and you love to help others.

Click here to take the Superhero Personality Quiz

I feel like such a phony.

The Organic Thief

Confession Time.

I stop by the grocery store almost every day and buy an apple. I usually use the self check-out where you have to punch in the PLU code for produce. I know the PLU code by heart for the regular apples. But sometimes I grab an organic apple and I still put in the regular PLU code.

I know it's wrong, but I keep doing it. Am I protesting having to pay more for organic? Am I just too lazy to look for the organic PLU code?

Jeff says no one cares about the nine cents I'm saving.

I think he meant the nine cents I'm stealing.

My Review of the Kids in the Hall Live as We'll Ever Be Tour

My dad got tickets to this and asked me to go with him last night. It was pretty fun. The guys were funny, but most of the jokes were too sexual to make me laugh while sitting next to my father.

I'm trying to think of a funny joke that stood out, but all I can think of is the joke that made me the most uncomfortable because I was sitting next to my father. It was about only giving BJs on your husband's B-day.

As an encore they did that head squashing thing. That was good, clean family fun--at least, I was able to laugh out loud.



P.S. Remember Brain Candy? There were only a few flipper babies!!!!!11

I went to Pixar!

This is a picture of me with my new friends Mike and Sully. They're very down to earth monsters. Very friendly.


I look so small.



The Incredibles were nice, too.

What I Can Tell You About Seattle by TAO LIN

There is this article in The Stranger right now by some crazy poet about what he thinks of Seattle. You should seriously read the whole thing, but here are some excerpts:

• But it makes me think that Seattle is from the future, because I feel like in the future people will strive for existential despair, for more fulfilling and purer kinds of existential despair, in the same way people in Brooklyn strive for an apartment closer to the L train. This makes sense because existential despair is usually talked about in books and people in Seattle read books more than people in other places.

• People in New York City eat at Taco Bell a lot; people in Seattle are knowledgeable about not mixing food groups.

• When I make myself think concretely about Seattle, I get an image of a 12-year-old Native American boy reading a Sherman Alexie story collection in a Starbucks and it's raining outside, then I seriously think, "The harsh reality of growing up in Seattle. Seems bad. Hard."

• I feel that if I moved to Seattle, I would stop writing completely, not use the internet, and do something "insane" like dedicate my life to looking at barnacles very closely but without microscopes or any other magnifying device.

• I feel like most people in Seattle have "given up on life" due to a comprehensive knowledge about existentialism but in a "good" way that doesn't feel bad at all.

• When I think about Seattle, I think about people who are very professional and clean and intelligent going home to apartments where everything is in Helvetica font. When they take off their pants, they have choads.

Body of War

I've been a little behind in my podcast watching, so it was just this morning that I saw Bill Moyers interview the people who made a documentary called Body of War about a guy named Thomas Young who was shot while fighting in Iraq and is now severely paralyzed. They showed some clips from the movie during the interview and there was this one part that really got to me where mothers who had lost their sons in Iraq were touching Thomas' face and telling him they were so glad he he was alive and Thomas' own mother was crying and talking about how overwhelmed she was and I started crying on the bus. It wasn't the first time I've cried on the bus and it probably won't be the last, but still. I don't think about the war enough.