The lack of random discovery is a big downside to computerized catalogs of all sorts. I've dealt with libraries who have forgotten they even have a certain book because the keyword search in their computerized catalog doesn't pick up said book. In a card catalog, though, you could go to a category and flip randomly. The library bought a new copy, then discovered they already had it when they went to put it on the shelf.
Though it makes it very easy to hide things.
Connie, yes -- same reason I hate doing any kind of research in closed-stack libraries (even though I understand the need for things like special collections). I want to get to my book and *also* see what else is around it that I didn't think to look up (or didn't succeed in searching for quite right).
I have no memory of waking up during my colonoscopy, because basically they roofied me. I literally don't remember putting my clothes back on, afterward. I still maintain I could have made my way home on my own, given that I managed all the zippers and buttons correctly.
Yeah, I used to just get lost thumbing through it. Although IMdB is a tempting rabbit hole for me, too.
"Oh, so THAT'S how lungs are supposed to work"
Hil, that was my experience also. "Oh, AIR. What a great idea!"
I'm also a big fan of Breathe-Right strips, which allow me to breathe almost normally through my narrow, slightly deviated-septum nose.
Ok, people, a HS classmate of mine posted a picture of the text:
"People with autism…do not lie, do not judge, do not play mind games. Maybe we can learn something from them."
I am looking for a better response than "You've clearly met different people on the spectrum than I have"
"You've clearly met different no actual living people on the spectrum than I have". Emphasis on people. Who do people-like things.
Puppies, OTOH, totally do not lie or play mind games. Maybe they got those mixed up.
I am looking for a better response than "You've clearly met different people on the spectrum than I have"
I'm totally judging him. For the record.
Oh, DebetEsse. Flames, on the side of my face.