First (past the) post.

Sigh.

It's a long hard road to the liberry (a technical term) on Saturdays, especially with the SuperEx (Ottawa's saddest fairground exhibition) on my bus route, causing veritable tens of carnies to mill around my usual stop like a bunch of dirty, chain-smoking pigeons. I'm almost too tired to be embarrassed by that pigeon metaphor. I'm definitely too tired to be depressed about the fact that I, like every other two-bit newbie librarian, am starting a lame blog that no one will read except other two-bit newbie librarians. No matter; I am a lone reed, unconcerned with the reality that no one needs the badass book reviews and pointless anecdotes to be contained herein. Mostly, I keep forgetting to carry my notebook with the photo of the poodle in a cheerleading costume on the front of it around with me to record things like what I've read and what I'd like to read and my thoughts on the CBC's summer programming--you know, really weighty stuff. Putting it all out there in the ether of the interweb is more about the convenience than anything else. This is not a public record. This is definitely not for the ages. You might as well stop reading right now. Seriously.