Aargh the Full

I'm forced to attend a conference, the 16th Annual IUG, here at the Omni Sheraton near the zoo, and I'm reminded of McLemee's post asking what to call a collection of librarians, and while I stand by my suggestion then, a bitter of librarians, I now offer a pasty, a pompous, and a comb-over of librarians.

And the freaking Omni Sheraton doesn't believe in wall sockets.

UPDATE!

A waddle of librarians.

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• Make them make them make them make them.
• Democracy staggers on.
• The wages of wank.
• Heh. Indeed.
• It is surprising how little notice this got. Kidding.
• Torture election. Except not that way.
• I was yammering about this a year ago.
• Sven Birkerts and the Frightening Fitzroya. (One of the sessions I'm forced to attend is on copyright, which is related to this by this: Fight all you want, senescent overlords. You've lost.)

UPDATES

• That Bill Clinton is running for president is obvious. A question is, Obama sure banished Michelle to Shutup City, yes?
• This is quite breathtaking in its depth and breadth of cynicism.
• Party of the damned. The Damned?
• Updike reviews a novel, which I post only because two days ago, looking for a book, I came across Rabbit, Run, which has for me the single most harrowing scene in all fiction I've read, when Janet drunkenly drowns her infant daughter. I read it again. Jeebus.
• From grave, Nabokov tells son to publish unfinished novel.
• Crisis in reading?
• 50 Cult Novels (h/t Fellowjeff). No Deptford Trilogy?
• Mocomofo Fair Grounds up for sale? I may have said this before, but going to the fair hasn't been the same since the city destroyed Hobo City behind the Southern States. Ask this guy.

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Hey, my conference package got me a thermal handbag good for cold and hot food, a mini-flashlight, and a desk clock with not one, but two! slots for photos, plus this bitching pen!

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wOOt!