MC Spoo


I admit. I was resistive. Like an old man who doesn't want to do anything new. Remain stuck in the way everyday has always been.

I recently saw the future in the form of a gift. My brother and I bought my dad an apple I pad for his birthday.a Col gadget and maybe a simpler internet experience for him. Maybe I can get him using his email.

My nehew was SO excited that grandpa was getting an I pad. At the restaraunt, he tore the gift wrapping off, sat in my dads lap and said "let me show yu how to use this grandpa!" And started showing my dad Angry Birds and Plants vs Zombies. It was cute!

Anyhow, once I started putzing with it myself, I started to see the possibilities, I eed to learn more about these things! So, I broke down and ourchases a Toshiba Thrive tablet, which rus Android 3.1 Honeycomb. I'm kinda loving this thing.

I kinda see the point. It works exteremly well for casual computing. Web browsing. Simple gaming, and I am doing WordPress on this thing right now. Email, calendars, contacts, pictures.. oh my!

And now with the Windows 8 reports coming out.. with a huge tablet bent (metro interface), it really does appear that THIS is the future of computers.

Am I excited?? Sort of. I am a it worried about the costs associated of a major paradigm shift in computing methodologies at a large scale facility. The. Posts, primarily, but excited for he functionality and usabilty for our patrons,

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I was finally able to update my site. I have changed over from the old Vistered Little theme, as it has not been updated in quite awhile.

Now I've got a little bit minimal with this new theme, which is called "Adventure". It's flexible, and I can change the background with some customization of the image whenever the whimsy strikes me.

Also, I'm happy with GoDaddy support. They advised me how to get updated to the latest WordPress, and it was really very simple!


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Conflicted, neither personally nor professionally

Okay, mostly professionally. The last week has been a comedy of holy shit!

Personally, I had a lovely week before... some lovely things with a lovely lady. A wonderful conversation, which etched words into a future... a solemn promise that made my heart smile. I know this much for sure, personally: I am in love.

Then after Labor Day... awful. Why do people steal? Why do we let them get away with it? I feel so completely conflicted about what is going on.

I know he's having problems at home. Money issues... but still... I'm left in the O'Brien Position: I don't hate you, Cardassian. I hate what you've made me: Someone who has to fire people. He's a good guy. I like him, and stupidly thought he felt the same. Alas. I feel so USED. I gave him $80 in gas money. I let him drive my car while his was in for repair. We gave him all the time he needed to recover from a serious medical issue. Then THIS?!?!?! When I saw this occurring on security video, I felt my heart break. Seriously.
Then I hear he's mouthed off, telling recently hired pages how EASY and CUSHY this job is... oh, for crying out loud.. are you kidding me??!?!? What did I do to you, besides be kind?

Don't mistake my kindness for weakness. It really takes strength to be kind... especially in this world, where par for course is to piss on your shoes, and then the top of your head when you clean your shoes.

he essentially embezzled $30 from us, and then only admitted to $20 AFTER I approached him... this is a repeat of the Syed situation for me, except now I'm part of handling it. He hasn't paid back yet, and I got a bad feeling. What does tomorrow bring? ARGH!

TLN still can't fix SAM... they lost another tech because she STILL doesn't know the difference between a System ADMIN and a System TECH. Now, we have to start ALL TROUBLESHOOTING all over again... it's like a really bad ride in an amusement park, and I want to get off and vomit. On the ride operator.

We've had perverts in the building... children breaking equipment... more perverts (with stalking on top).

I felt good about myself professionally... following the C-Page meeting. I felt everyone heard me, felt the message, and was feeling the same energy I felt. We're all ready to be more accountable. To be more professional.

Am I a professional?

I overheard (probably by accident) that things are "much more professional" at another Library. I don't know how to feel about that, but I feel sad about it and want to do something to fix this... but the reality of it remains: I am not a professional.

I'm a guy who picked up technical tidbits by permeable memory, and applied it. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. I have loads of experience to draw on now, and I learn more every day. I'm professionally happy right now, but I'm also flustered to heck.

Am I administration?

But I'm hearing grumbled/mumbled ponderings... why aren't I? I'm boss to 7 pages, with all the thrills, chills and spills that go with that. I've been here for almost 13 years now. Is there anywhere for this to go, or am I just spending out my days at this level... wondering if I'm ever good enough to be recognized beyond the door of the workroom...

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Beg again and Louder still

Beg again and louder still
the neighbor can't hear the shrill
shriek you sound of all your thrills
whence you learn of the will
it takes to stand amongst
all your heroes and their enemies

The angry look hides the boy smiling
you're so happy if they even think
it's time to ask what he wants
even if it's just a joke we haunt
until the true spirit of your mind
comes out from behind
that wicked smile of crime

Beg again and louder still
the cops can't hear your shrill
shriek as you scream of all
the terrible things you do
as I stare this penance
down upon you

All my heroes and enemies
are exactly the same as fleas
and all the things I thought
were right and wrong
are all mixed up among
the rest of the plebes

The glazed faces shine like
reflections of an unspoken right
it's time to ask what he wants
even if it's just a joke we haunt
until the true spirit of their minds
comes out from hiding behind
those wicked smiles of crime

Beg again and louder still
the Gods can't hear your shrill
shriek as you feign retreat
and pretend to have the will
it takes to stand amongst
even the indifferent who haunt

The blank stares behold nothing
can't tell what emotions they plead
you can ask what they want or need
but they've no ears for listening
their eyes are blank their souls without taint
of good or bad or wicked or sad

Robots of flesh speaking for me
emotions are a computing disease
Feeling nothing finally at peace
the warmth the cold
they mean nothing
when everyone is just like me

Beg again and louder still
even my thoughts fail to bleed
I shrieked without feeling
if only for my programming
just a peep is all I can free
subroutines failing

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