Back in action.

I went down to Boston last week for the PLA Conference, then took a few much-needed days off.  (I read a large-ish pile of books and got a sunburn.  In Maine.  In March.  WHEE!) 

PLA was fantastic.  Slightly stressful, in that it really made me realize that I need to get my Master's degree, but other than that, great: 

  • The last session I went to was called 'The Joys of Censorship' -- obviously, I couldn't miss that one!  It was run by the amazingly funny Joe Raiola, who, when he's not making roomfuls of librarians die laughing, is a senior editor at MAD Magazine.  If you get a chance, see him speak.

I also got a big pile of galleys.  Luckily, there were plenty of them.  I didn't have to resort to violence to grab the new Ellen Wittlinger.  Or the new Pete Hautman. 

For those of you that are aware of my on-going feud with the people at Fluevog, you'll be happy to know that they were super-nice this time.  Maybe they had to take a Dale Carnegie class.  (No shoes, though.  Damnit.)

The only low point was the next afternoon, when Josh and I discovered that some utter douchebag had smashed out a window of the Volvo and taken off with my bag.  And with our jar of pennies.  So congratulations, you fucktard.  You got about four dollars in change and my dirty underwear.  Real nice.  I hope you eat my birth control pills and your junk falls off, you stupid crackhead.

(Also, I'm holding you personally responsible for my missing the Chris Crutcher event.  Yes, we could have driven an hour (each way) with a missing window in March, but we decided to skip it.  You total jerk.  And you got my copy of M.T. Anderson's Whales on Stilts, which I was 7/8s of the way through.  You suck.)