Friday, April 30, 2010

Can you tell a paraphrased lyric from a cold steel rail?

A thrilling glimpse into the exciting world of librarianism.

I think I'm going to start posting more of these bad photographs in between ruminations on sport and album reviews, really postmodernize the hit count.


Oh, happy Walpurgisnacht. Be sure to leave out cookies and milk for the devil.


Hire Me said...

I LOVE making Walpurgisnacht cookies, except it's so hard to find ground-up puppy flakes and baby meat.

Holte Ender said...

That's another Holiday I didn't know about. Better get the Walpurgisnacht tree out.

susan said...

I was thinking you spent your days in a more Bodleian like atmosphere but at least the space appears more humane than our new medical library where the aisles of shelves open and close at the touch of buttons. You get in, grab your book and get out fast if you know what's good for you.

Demeur said...

I just knew it. You're part of the evil Librarianism cult.

Cookies and milk? Try Jack Daniels and oxycodone pal what do you think this is a kids show?

sunshine said...

Why does Satan look so afraid of Santa?
That just doesn't seem right?
Oh I know... haha...
You see, it's because Santa is Canadian and Lucifer is American and he KNOWS that Canada can fuck his shit up!
I remember now... :P


La Belette Rouge said...

I just opened my last window of my Walpurgisnacht advent calendar.
p.s.Satan and Santa are clearly brothers. The red suits. One likes the cold and one likes the heat. One is obsessed with good behavior and the other with bad.

Randal Graves said...

übermilf's 99 cent disguise, that's why you make friends with puppy mills run by Satanists. Connections.

holte, remember, no electric lights, but torches. Have a fire extinguisher at the ready.

susan, our place ain't that swanky. And see, you just proved that robot-run institutions are hazardous to one's health.

demeur, come on, if the devil is hopped up on goofballs, how can he go from house to house slitting the throats of little children?

sunshine, Miss Canada, I think it's high time we had some words, or at least an exchange of high explosives.

LBR, can you blame Satan for being scared? Being forced to watch It's A Wonderful Life one more time would mess with anyone's noodle.

okjimm said...


Gees.... is that the stuff they teach in Clevelandistan?

I am telling the TeaBaggers on you!

Cormac Brown said...

Let me see in recent posts, you've mention "concrete," "steel" and "minimalism."

It's time for the original Living Colour-

Abstract expressionism
Is it?

We are the children of concrete and steel
This is the place where the truth is concealed
This is the time when the lie is revealed
Everything is possible, but nothing is real

David Barber said...

Randal - You are way too clever! Although I do love the thought of Santa kicking Satan's ass! :-)

Tom Harper said...

Bill O'Reilly warned me about the War on Walpurgisnacht. But I'm still gonna celebrate it. You heathens can't stop me.

S.W. Anderson said...

I'm going to leave and think this over. I can't take too much more excitement. Ahem.

Beach Bum said...

Satan wearing red tights and girlish shorts? Hell, Santa has every right to kick his ass.

Randal Graves said...

okjimm, gotta do something to pass the time in between bouts of cannibalism and polluting bodies of water.

cormac, a quality blast from the past. Time's Up is a motherfucker of a record.

david, never stand in the way of a man's milk and cookies.

tom, we can't even say MERRY Walpurgisnacht anymore.

SWA, some jokers give Christmas in July, I gave Christmas in April, and this is the thanks I get? You're the real heathen.

BB, a John Waters' Xmas. Now that would be one fucked up flick. He needs to film that.

Madam Z said...

Clearly, Santa and Satan are one and the same (take the "n" out of "Satan" and put it btween the "a" and the "t" and you get "Santa"). Satan just got old and fat, from eating too much Devil's Food Cake, and his hair and beard turned white as the natural consequence of age. The horns are concealed beneath Santa's hat. And I know from experience that Santa leaves better treats at the naughty kids's houses.

Ricky Shambles said...

Your Walpurgisnacht, my Beltane. I went fairy hunting. We ended up at a gay bar. That's not what I meant.

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