One of the funniest revelations ever was that Buffistas (as a group) tend to be horrible library patrons

Or great library patrons. My late fees probably have bought many books.

Renewing online is teh awesome.

The book-taking reminds me of how I got into Christopher Pike. Fifth or sixth grade, there was a copy of Bury Me Deep sitting on the chalkboard; it had been lost and was not currently claimed. It looked really cool, and after a couple days of watching it just sit there, I, uh, took it home and read it. Then I brought it back, at which point the original owner realized it had been missing, and he let me keep it.

I stopped stealing books around when I started buying books.

My college library invariably had two copies of the primary text for a course, both of which tended to be out on long-term loan. There was a fearsome black market trade in photocopies of relevent chapters.

Apropos of boredom, methinks I want to move to Canada. What are the Universities like over there?

I could come up with excuses involving parking, etc, but the truth is I'm lazy and forgetful.

I'm a book returner. When I was a kid, we had a regular schedule for going to the library - we'd go as a family and each of us would check stuff out, then the library books would live on top of the (upright) piano in between being read, and when they were all due, they'd all go back and we'd get new books. I don't think I can not return books. In fact, friends have handed me books to read and only told me after I tried to give them back when I was done that that was a gift not a loan and that's extremely unsettling.

The book-taking reminds me of how I got into Christopher Pike. Fifth or sixth grade, there was a copy of Bury Me Deep sitting on the chalkboard; it had been lost and was not currently claimed. It looked really cool, and after a couple days of watching it just sit there, I, uh, took it home and read it. Then I brought it back, at which point the original owner realized it had been missing, and he let me keep it.

In first grade, they were painting our classroom, and we had to move to another classroom. We were supposed to take all our stuff with us. This book was left on the chalk rail of the chalkboard. Nobody claimed it. I adopted it. The original owner eventually said something when we moved back into the room, and her book wasn't there. So I told her, and brought it back to her. She then told on me. I then wrote a mean note, saying I hated her. She told on me for that, too.

They had my mother come down to the school, and worried her so, making her think there must be some problem in the home causing me to act up like that (this actually ended up being the only time I was ever in trouble in school, but that's neither here nor there). She was all upset that night, talking to my dad. She asked him, "What are we going to do?"

My father said, "Tell her not to put anything in writing."

I do find it hard to get to the library these days, with short hours and no parking and glayvin, but that mostly means I don't check anything out and buy stuff to read, instead.

Apropos of boredom, methinks I want to move to Canada. What are the Universities like over there?

Go McGill! Choose McGill!

Heh. Good advice.

I am in a fog now. Cramps tolerable. Brain not. I made someone a logo today. I'm hoping that not only do they like it, but that I spelled things right. Usually I only stress on the them liking it part.