Lynyrd Skynrd Sang About It

Ooooooohhh oooooohhhh that smell... I'm sitting here in this fancy, schmancy conference and someone in front of me just passed a noxious fume. How rude! I feel like a countery bumpkin gone to town but atleast I have manners.

Yuck! He just did it again. Its probably that nasty tortellini they served at lunch.

Its Gettin' Buggy In Here

Why on earth would anyone want to buy a perfume or cologne that smells like they were embalmed with DEET? I just don't get it. Do they not have any olfactory senses left? Has their sense of smell been corroded from their own scent? P-U!

Lost in the Stacks

Since the library switched to a new ILS I keep finding reference books on the shelves that are not in the system.  I found eight shelves worth of a foreign-language set from 1923 that (guess who) has to catalog?  That's right, me!  How lovely.

Michael Crichton Wants His Dinosaur Back

Have you ever noticed that people that talk with their hands look like T-Rex's.  Short arms gestating in front of their chests instead of out and to the side. Its kind of like jazz hands.  Flipping back-and-forth and back-and-forth.  Are they even aware of what they are doing? Hmmm...