Monthly Archives: July 2005

Nobody got the memo

I realize that I’m still something of a new librarian, but I’ve worked the desk long enough to know that in the summer, the questions are few and far between. Every other summer, they’ve been no-brainers. “The bathroom is down that way, turn right after the bookshelves.” “Sure, you can have a pencil.” “I’ll fill the paper right away.”

While I know in reality that they can hit you with the tough ones any old time, I tend to get into the easy mindset once classes are out. For some reason, this summer, every single time I take the desk, I have been getting hit with the hard questions. I’ve been at the library three years if you count my stint as a student assistant, and in all of that time, I have never, not once, been asked about medical coding or billing. Past three weeks, I’ve had at least four mind-numbingly difficult questions on those topics.

I think I need to throw the “it’s dead in the summer” theory in with the other myths like “I’ll have time to write X or to complete Project Y during the break/intercession/summer.”

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Too darn hot

I went to the movies twice this past weekend. It wasn’t really what I had planned initially. My goal had been to clean out the closets and repaint the fireplace (former tenants painted the brick white, which I hate, but there’s no way that I’m going to be able to get that off, so a fresh coat of paint is in order). However, the ninety-degree heat meant neither of those things happened.

It’s annoying when you have no money and you go into the theatre with a pass only to be told your choice of films is something you’ve already seen before or a kiddie flick (afternoon + children’s film + cranky kiddies = disastrous viewing experience. So I went to see Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith again.

Some things are just not better the second time around. I admit to enjoying the film when I first saw it. Sure, there were problems — George needs to learn to either cast all Brits who can make bad lines sound good or learn to write — but it was the strongest of the three prequels. Ian McDiarmid rocked. The action was taut. There weren’t any dead spots. For what it was, it was good. On second viewing, the good stuff wasn’t quite so good, and the bad parts were worse. I mean, how can you take a guy who looks like a Dick Tracy villain seriously? Also, I believe George Lucas has spent too much time watching Lifetime, because the Anakin/Padme romance is likely some godawful concoction they’d air.

On another note, Batman Begins was hugely enjoyable. The beginning bits with Liam Neeson had me worried, because at this point in the game it’s almost a cliché in action films to have a sequence where the protagonist heads off to some Asian country to train in the marital arts and pick up some kind of Eastern philosophy (suitably dumbed down for the audience). In the end though, it was all good. Nobody camped the film up. Gotham looks like any other depressed good-sized American city. Best of all, the future Commissioner Gordon isn’t the caricature of the old TV show. The action sequences, however, were not too well done. I’m not speaking about the fighting or the performances, but the camera work. I still think the Tim Burton version is the best, but this one is a close second.