I know a few things about who reads this blog from my stats feeds, but I am interest in more information.
Who are you,
where do you come from
do I know you
why do you read my blog
do you enjoy the hints and allegations
how did you get here
Where's my wife and family
what if I die here?
who’ll be my role model
now that my role model is gone
gone
he ducked back down the alley with some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
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The rants and howls of a librarian, blessed by by Bacchus with the gift of ADHD.
About Me
- ADHD Librarian
- I am a librarian who is currently having a slight career deviation. Having spent my career in public and academic libraries I moved into a high school to repair a long neglected school library. That done (well, more or less) I got myself a dip ed & slipped sideways into the classroom, although I am still the librarian too.
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adhd dot librarian at gmail dot com
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- Who wants to give me a job in Adelaide?
- your turn now
- Help a library student
- Stupid Smeging Internet Filters
- Someone else's take on management
- in which the ADHD librarian is more forgiving of o...
- yes, I have edited myself
- I Rant About My Library Manager
- My Pledge to Not Suck at the Internet
- Did I mention I went to India?
- How do you define a library?
- Taking the Bait
- Stephen Fry, Librarian!
- A Bit of Fry and Laurie - Slightly Mad
- Where Do I stand on drugs?
- ADHD, the quintessential library skill
- Ask Dr ADHD
- This was in my comments box today and I thought I'...
- I've read the internet and now I'm bored
- lol Godz
- to go with yersterdays post
- Top 25 reasons to visit me
- The post paper post
- ASLAXX - day two
- ASLAXX
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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.
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.
Today's Unshelved
6 comments:
Who am I?
You can call me Al
Where do I come from?
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the Third World
Do you know me?
I can be your long lost pal
Why do I read your blog?
I want a shot at redemption
Don't want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard
Hey - I am Gemma from Ballarat in regional Victoria. I met you at NLS2006 (not that you will remember me as you met lots of people!), and I think in your talk you mentioned this blog so I looked it up when I returned from NLS, just in time to read that great Footloose song! Why do I read it? Not sure - I think its because I generally get a chuckle from it!
And you may ask yourself
How do I work this?
And you may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife
Michelle from Emerald, Central Qld - pleased to read you.
No, you don't know me but then, do we REALLY ever know anyone at all?
I read your blog because it's fast and furious and quite funny and I think at times we library types tend to forget the funny. I mean, come on! It's not like someone dies if we have a bad day at the office, people!
How did I get here? Bloody good question - can't remember but glad I found it. I really like the way your mind zooms off track at times.
The rest of your questions I cannot answer but for this - wherever you go, there you are so if you die 'here' it doesn't really matter, does it?
Another ADHD librarian
From the USofA, Southeastern Division
I doubt you know me.
Because we ADHD brarians need to stick together.
Huh?
Google because I'm too intellectually lazy to pick another search engine.
I didn't eat them.
You're probably too young to die.
George Clinton is my role model.
Hiya!
1. Anita, juvenile and YA author
2. Canada, in the heart of the frozen prairies
3. Nope
4. I'm not sure...I've only just found you, but am reading because, a) I like librarians, b) I like Australia, and c) I'm not sure...I just like it.
5.Sometimes
6. I Google-searched to see if someone had been blog-spammed by a US author (so he says--I refused to check) like I was. You were, but were much kinder about it in your out loud thoughts than I was with my inside ones.
7. Beside and behind you?
8. We're all out-of-print eventually
9. It's your turn
10. Umm...
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