Cycho Librarian

I am so tired of this. I don't know what's different this time around. We have many of the same players and attitudes as we did in 2008, but for some reason back then it didn't seem to bother me as much. Maybe it's that, as I observed to someone the other day, at least McCain was consistent. But this time around there doesn't seem to be a coherent, let alone consistent position on the right. But I don't think that really explains my weariness with the election this time around. It's more than that the position is so incoherent. It's that so many people have bought into it and don't seem to have the foggiest idea that everything about it is so wrong, and so dangerous. Most of you know that I'm fairly upfront with my political leanings and my beliefs. If I feel that the person I'm talking to can handle an intense debate without it damaging our relationship, I'm even more than happy to really engage, to really push and argue and tear a...

The other day a friend of mine responded to my comment that I missed David Tennant as the tenth Doctor Who, saying that there was something very meta about that because I could be a doppelganger of David Tennant. However, after thinking about it some more I'm wondering if David Tennant might be my doppelganger. So much so that I've started searching my belongings for a pocketwatch engraved with Gallifrean symbols . Consider-- both Cycholibrarian and the tenth Doctor: Are tall and skinny. Have a tendency to run their hands wildly through their hair while thinking, and don't seem to care about the resulting mess. Prefer to wear Chuck Taylor All-Stars (even with a suit). Have a tendency to talk very quickly about things no one else understands. Have been known to bellow "Allons-y!" and other non-English phrases for reasons only clear to themselves. Have very expressive faces, especially when  grimacing about Very Important Things. Move so fast that others f...

There is a magic in the rising moon, Across the sea the siren voices call, The mountains pull the wand'rer from his room, And forests make no lord so fit a hall. Beneath clear skies we huddle round the flame, Laughing until our hands and souls are warm. New faces fast become our ancient names Known to us all before the world was born. This is my blessing and my greatest fear: To see it all and never stop for rest. I think and new frontiers 'fore me appear, And pathways spread beyond each undimmed crest, Until I feel my heart will burst its bonds With all the possibilities and songs.