We
turn this post over to our compulsive reader, usually of big thick
dusty volumes, in the discombobulated reality we regard as our
nogginal ambiances. He does present more as a grouchy librarian, so
we're not 110% on the gender issue, although there may be grouchy
male librarians as well. However if we need some info on any given
topic, she certainly knows where to find it. The problem is always
with emancipation,
however we have found she has a hankering for a good cigar.
Since
they all bought me some Tiparillos
I'll write a thing or two for them, but they can all keep guessing on
the 'gender thing' because it's an irrelevant non issue. I mean I
read, I study, if this body of ours has peculiarities of any sort I'm
the last to know of it.
They
call me reclusive but that's really silly. I just don't want to be
bothered. If I'm in the middle of Russel's “Essays
in
Skepticism” and
Ralph goody two shoes wants to know what some fifteen year old twit's
latest blog with fifteen
thousand hits is all about, well you must get the picture. Really.
Who invented these contumelies?
Every Joe, Dick, and Jane writes their two bits worth of ordure and
then spends all day posting it on every social network that's
currently fashionable. There's libraries out there in the big wide
world people. Go. Take out a nice big thick book and read. And
it's free. You won't have to remortgage your home for your i-phone
bill. Your mind may become expanded beyond “Thet wash freakin
awesummmm”.
This
cigar is real good, so I'll say one more thing. I actually love you,
all my bros. I don't mind your inquisitions, they're often rather
intriguing. But if I'm in the middle of something, give me some
time. And yes, keep those Tiparillos coming sweet dears.
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