In the movie Barfly, a rich woman hired a private detective to find the writer. At some point she calls him an asshole. So he says, "You hired a dick to find an asshole?"

Barfly is like, my dad's favorite movie. I have never seen it, but he used to watch it every year with this friend of his, when they were visiting. I suppose I ought to watch it some day. (The wedding I was just in this past weekend was the friend's daughter's)

It occurred to me last night that some of you guys would really appreciate a local artist's Etsy store:

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Like a lot, possibly.

Like a lot, possibly.

Yep.

She's a lurker, isn't she?

She's a lurker, isn't she?

I don't think so but I've known her and her work for a couple of years and for some reason it just hit me last night that I needed to let buffistas know about her. I've been remiss!

I like that there is a shirt called "unisex tentacles"

About 20 minutes ago my boss called to ask me if she had remembered to tell me that she wanted me to talk about free trademark resources (which is not really something I know much about) at our 11:00 librarian teleconference.

She hadn't.

Cooked-fish sushi is a poor substitute for the raw stuff. Stoopid fetus.

Does phone fear account for why people seem to freeze when they call me in error? I answer with my first name, and I just know if no one says anything it's because they didn't hear what they were expecting.

But, dude, still say hello. You are not released from the social contract just because you fat fingered a number.

Hmmph.

How people eat where, Manhattan edition.

And no one gets that I am basically doing the higher level work for her-- her boss just sees the work (and I can't tell her because I don't want to tattle) My boss thinks it is great that we help each other out!!!!

Is there any way you can arrange leave time to coincide with a big accounting deadline that she'll be unable to meet without your help, so as to make clear to the boss exactly how capable she is at her job?