I have my own mini-following at the library. I have a group of kids from India who I have befriended because I have shown them the wonders of the library catalog. You probably know that India’s movie industry ranks second only the U.S. in terms of money generated and Bollywood I think doubles Hollywood’s annual production of movies. Any these kids love movies and I have shown them that with their library card, I can get them movies. It’s very cool to connect with these kids who are now bringing in family members to get cards and explore the collection.
Writing from out on the reference desk. I know I probably shouldn’t because it takes away my full attention from the library floor. But there really isn’t much going on right now. It’s what I refer to as the witching hour. It gets eeirly quiet minus the people who don’t know how to shut off their cell phone ringers. It’s the calm before the after school storm. Any minute know a hoard of elementary and junior high kids will overtake our fair library and the network will be clogged with terminals accessing Facebook, YouTube and a host of gaming sites.
Comic-Con was yesterday. Not the New York or San Diego Comic-Con. But the Boise Public Library at Hillcrest Comic-Con. My Comic-Con. As an acquaintance said to me at a bar last night when I told her about the program, “Comics at the library? Can you get any more fucking nerdy?” No. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t fun. My library has cultivated a niche with families – a good thing. However, I was hoping to draw teens and adults. The few that came were unfortunate cast-offs because I had to devote so much time to kids. Lessons learned for next year.
I am so damn hungry. I am so very very hungry. I was doing well up until about an hour and a half ago. It’s all I can do to not go, once again, raid my daughter’s Halloween candy bucket. It’s just sitting up there. Unprotected. So trusting is my daughter she doesn’t even think to hide her many milk chocolate treasures. She didn’t even count her booty. Stupid kid. She will have no way of proving that her weak willed father ate all of her best candy. She’s going to be left with nothing but Lemonheads and Dubble Bubble.
I put together an awesome library program today. I called it “How Things Work (and How They Don’t)” and it’s something I recommend everyone do. I went to a last chance distribution center and bought 120 lbs of broken electronics for $30. The junk included blenders, fans, stereos, answering machines, and a Billy Bigmouth Bass. I collected a bunch of screwdrivers and just opened the doors. After a short q&a about how to use the tools, I let them at it. For two hours these kids ripped crap apart. It was awesome. I forgot how fun it can be to break things.