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There's a bit in <i>Ash</i> that struck me when I was rereading it-- never give an order if you're not sure it will be followed.

Likewise, never make a rule you can't enforce; the MySpace ban seems to be working okay at the libraries that have security guards, but. Today I have kicked five people off the computers for using MySpace, which has resulted in people yelling "he's using MySpace!" either with the intention of getting their friends in trouble or wasting my time. Would either one surprise me? Yeah, right.

It is such a huge waste of my time to be on MySpace patrol.

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And then my day got worse.

Thank goodness for Rufus Wainwright; and for iTunes, since I didn't have it in me to go to Borders after work, especially since I would've still had to make supper afterwards, and I still don't have it in me to do that. OK, CD, if you have any happy songs on you, it's not a bad time...

If you're going to leave me a profane note, don't be such an idiot as to write it on your computer ticket; we have ways to track that kind of thing. (And it made me feel all CSI, which is the only positive in this.) I can't even prove anything, since there are always a multitude of computer tickets lying around to get written on, and I'm certainly not dumb enough to level an accusation at someone who's just going to deny it, but...I am reasonably sure. And it does give me a little bit of a feeling of control.

No, CD, really? No happy songs?