Dude, where's my porn?
Last night, I am told, someone finally did it. Someone came in and asked why he couldn't get to his favorite porn sites on internet terminal one when he always used to be able to do it. Not to sound crass (and pun definitely intended) but jeez, that takes some balls.
Now I am sorry I missed it. But I wasn't well, nor was my husband (and come to think of it, the dog barfed on the floor too).
Today it was like all the annoying patrons got together and said, "Let's come in at eleven when shoe is on!" The patron who breaks everything was in, bodily throwing herself in front of the patrons who were in line before her for my attention in making her computer act correctly. I made her wait. Sheesh. Then the other gentleman was in who kind of smells sort of funny (sometimes) and is really good about leaving his books everywhere. Since he's not mobile, or overly mobile, I don't mind getting books for him once in awhile. However, when he starts asking you to hunt around for a particular issue, and take it from other people, then it gets annoying.
On the plus side, I got some great reference questions today concerning some maritime laws. Except that we have no books on maritime laws in our library. I helped out as best I could, including giving a tutorial on how to best search Google, but I felt inadequate. Especially when the woman said, "We'll ask when we go to the BPL. They'll know what to do."
Of course, I knew what to do to. Not go to the tiny public library looking for specialized information. Perhaps we'd have this if we were located on the Cape. The best I could do was refer her to BPL's Government Documents. You'd think it would have been something I could find on Mass.gov or something. To no avail, however. I searched for an hour and a half. We did have a great discussion about ships though.
Mac timed access in June. Still no word on when Sims 2 ships.