Not like I've got people hanging on my every word, but sorry about the long delay between entries, I swear one of these days I'll get round to doing it semi-regularly.
Inside the mind of a cynical bastard librarian - Part the Second
1:00pm - Ok, back from lunch and ready to do some serious, productive work. Thankfully this only lasts about 15 minutes and I spend the rest of the hour reading Metafilter. Curse those damn right-wingers! If I wasn't too lazy to create an account I'd destroy them all with my cunning logic and overly complex flames using archaic English insults. Remember kiddies, calling someone a dunderheaded poltroon never gets old.
2:10pm - More static electric shocks. Sigh, this is just getting stale fast.
2:35pm - Oh-kaaaay, yet more proof that the library attracts only the finest in complete fucking nutters. Some bloke walks in with no shirt on, looking slightly red, sounds like he's wasted on something, booze, drugs, could be anything really. He then proceeds to lie down on the floor of the library and stay there. I go to ask him if he's ok (noone else had the guts to) and he tells me he's Jesus and he comes from Jerusalem. Righto then. Rather unsurprisingly, I pass the matter on to security.
3:10pm - There is a man standing in the corner of the library for the last 10 minutes with his back bent back so far he's looking at the ceiling. What the hell is he doing? Doesn't that hurt?
4:35pm - Ugh, I just very nearly called a 70-year-old man baby because I was thinking of my girlfriend while stamping his books. I got to about 'ba' then managed to turn it into an incoherent mumble. Still, day's nearly over
5:00pm - Praise the Lord for the miracle known as the end of the working day!
Inside the mind of a cynical bastard librarian - Part the Second
1:00pm - Ok, back from lunch and ready to do some serious, productive work. Thankfully this only lasts about 15 minutes and I spend the rest of the hour reading Metafilter. Curse those damn right-wingers! If I wasn't too lazy to create an account I'd destroy them all with my cunning logic and overly complex flames using archaic English insults. Remember kiddies, calling someone a dunderheaded poltroon never gets old.
2:10pm - More static electric shocks. Sigh, this is just getting stale fast.
2:35pm - Oh-kaaaay, yet more proof that the library attracts only the finest in complete fucking nutters. Some bloke walks in with no shirt on, looking slightly red, sounds like he's wasted on something, booze, drugs, could be anything really. He then proceeds to lie down on the floor of the library and stay there. I go to ask him if he's ok (noone else had the guts to) and he tells me he's Jesus and he comes from Jerusalem. Righto then. Rather unsurprisingly, I pass the matter on to security.
3:10pm - There is a man standing in the corner of the library for the last 10 minutes with his back bent back so far he's looking at the ceiling. What the hell is he doing? Doesn't that hurt?
4:35pm - Ugh, I just very nearly called a 70-year-old man baby because I was thinking of my girlfriend while stamping his books. I got to about 'ba' then managed to turn it into an incoherent mumble. Still, day's nearly over
5:00pm - Praise the Lord for the miracle known as the end of the working day!
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Pointless cutscenes annoy me, if it's a well done part of the story that's a different matter. Blood Omen - Legacy of Kain had some good ones, and the Final Fantasy goes without saying.
So, how was it, you know, meeting Jesus?