ADHD Librarian: MILF Day

23 August, 2006

MILF Day

One of my most pronounced non-librarian traits is a love of the random. I think I have mentioned before my enjoyment of found objects and found photo collections as an artform.
Librarywise I have always loved the ephemera I find inside books. Some of my personal highlights include, STD clinic results and Erotic photographs (that failed to be erotic). I have also found many many postcards and mothers day cards with all sorts of messages of love, hope and banality. Photographs of a more mundane nature are more common than the amateur pornography. Dogs, cats, kids, grandparents occasionally dogs in hats or grandfathers without teeth.

For those of you who also enjoy a bit of found action, try these links
Diddly random photo browsing
albums of found photos
Photos found when processing film from old cameras
PCL linkdump is a fantastic source of interesting banality like Moog Sythesizer Music or covers of men's magazines from the 30s
Found Magazine is where today's image comes from. Plus as an added bonus, the finder reports "I found this at the library in a Hellboy comic."

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Warning
As I see the world through ADHD coloured glasses, this blog contains dangerously high levels of Confabulation.
The stories I tell all have an element of truth to them, but then all of the best lies start with a grain of truth and then slowly build a large black pearl of deception around that grain.
Or, so I hear.
Indeed, due to the passage of time and the fact that I don't pay attention when people are talking (and therefore, in order to be fair, I also don't pay attention when I'm talking), even I can't remember which parts of the stories I tell are fact and which are fiction. Therefore, if you are reading this and think that you recognise yourself in one of the posts, please consider everything you read to be nothing more than my attempt to make others think I'm important, honest I don't really think you are a gormless twat, or at least no more than I generically think that anyone who isn't me is somehow slightly less important than a brain damaged gnu.

Posts on this blog are not researched, edited, nor indeed even thought out in advance. I write in stream of consciousness, partially because I love the beat generation 'vibe' man and partially because even if I write out a plan and then do a draft, I end up going somewhere else entirely by the time I'm half way through. Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit! And while you're digesting this share a thought for the poor distressed kiddies who have ever sat through one of my adlib Red Riding Hood inspired puppet shows at storytime or one of the mature aged students who has had to cope with my performance based introduction to library resources lectures complete with jokes, pratfalls and a big dance finale.