I've screwed myself with this blog. Because of being here, I've picked up lots of new stuff that I can apply to my job. But yet, I can't ever discuss this new knowledge because I, the regular.librarian, didn't learn it; the.effing.librarian learned it.When I am at work, I am the other guy. But I'm not learning that much new stuff at work. It's you jerks who post all this new crap. One day, in an online workshop, the presenter was showcasing his site and pointed out that he has 20 subscribers (or something). And I said mine was something bigger, and he asked what my site was. And then I realized, that no, when I'm working, I don't have subscribers. I have no blog. I have nothing.
But now, I'm at the point where I want to join things to learn more, to contribute whatever I might know. But how do I join when the part of me that knows writes a (sometimes) nasty and offensive blog?
But I guess the real problem is that I'm really not a joiner. Not since I was around eight or nine years old and played baseball. Boy, that was a good year. All I needed was to hit puberty so I could grow some facial hair and get a razor company endorsement; and then the cash would come rolling in. But, alas, the war came and I was drafted. I spent the next five years hurling knuckle balls at the enemy until I threw out my arm. But damn, I looked good in purple.
I'm guessing you aren't a joiner, either. I can guess by the paucity of commentary left on my posts. Not that they really invite commentary; they're usually just statements or opinions bundled with a few "shits" or "asses."
Well, I want to join something. But I want to keep doing this because it's fun. Don't be surprised if I join your ning or Facebook group. But don't worry, I'll use a different name. I don't anticipate anyone getting too excited about having the.effing.librarian join her group.
And one of the benefits of joining a librarian group is that you probably won't make me get any more tattoos like they make you get in prison or the Girl Scouts. I'm not sure how "book lover" will go with all my crucifixes and devil heads. But if you got something with flames, I'll pull down my pants and get in line. (You think I got room anywhere else?)
