Local woman wakes up, appoints the stolen corgi pack leader, Nazgûl the wolfhound, Moo Deng, Ikea monkey, a few orcas, some cobra chickens and 30-50 feral hogs as the New World Order, makes oatmeal.

Every. Damn. Week.

Finally, some good news.

Local woman wakes up, replaces the Alberta and Ontario premiers with a bowl of oatmeal, makes oatmeal.

Dolly wants you to know that everything is fucked but she’s still a very good girl.

Local woman wakes up, gets American healthcare insurance and pharmaceutical company CEOs and shareholders to pay off every medical crowdfund/mutual aid request, makes oatmeal.

Tonight at a restaurant the 19ish year old hostess said “you look so young” to me and I seriously don’t know if it was a compliment or not.

I’m all for non library workers advocating for libraries, even if they don’t have all the current information. Partly because libraries and literacy hold society together and partly because everyone gets a chance to yell at the “no one uses libraries anymore” fucko buckos.

Waffles.

Sprinter (winter/spring) dog walk o’clock at Borden Park.

Assoholic by 54-40 played on the car stereo today and I immediately remembered it as the opening song for a Muchmusic show but couldn’t 100% remember which one. Thanks to @woodward.ca search skillz, we found it. www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xgy2...

The bar for how low Trump will go is in hell. He should have gone to jail instead of becoming president a second time, but here we are.

Local woman wakes up, looks outside at the snowy first day of spring and screams silently inside her heart, makes oatmeal.

TFW you go for a car ride and end up at the vet. (It was just a checkup and she’s fine, btw)

Tried to convince a couple sisters (5 and 6ish years old) at the library that the big squishy blocks in the kids section were basically real life Minecraft and just as fun to play with but they weren’t buying it.

Local woman wakes up, sends Pierre and Joe on a Florida Keys bro cruise in a small boat made of raw meat with only misinformation to protect them against the sharks, makes oatmeal.

Season 7 of Gilmore Girls was complete shit but the last episode still gave me all the feels.

This design looks stellar in purple, I may need to get one too.

They can do a bake sale, if they need more war money.

Local woman wakes up, starts the OatmealVerse, an $800 billion actual reality funded by Zuckerberg where he gives all his money to food banks and other non profit community organizations, makes oatmeal.

Living in the pandemicine for 6 years and people are still surprised at new illness outbreaks, while doing nothing to prevent them.

Local woman wakes up, replaces some Canadian members of parliament and American congress people with dragons and unicorns, makes oatmeal.

Because rocket science.

Local woman wakes up, establishes universal women’s clothing sizes so that you don’t end up having an identity crisis at Costco when the yoga pants you bought a few months ago have been replaced with ones where the XL are smaller than the large from before, makes oatmeal.

Monday is the new Sunday (when you work the weekend anyway).

Jen before pizza and red wine: boring boring Oscars boring Jen after pizza and red wine:: fuck yeah Autumn, hell yeah doc director, Ryan was robbed, fuck yeah Michael B, Jessie rocks, Sinners shoulda won best picture, fuck you academy!

I met Ryan Coogler at TED in 2016(?) (and I said "you got something right in Black Panther" and he was all "excuse me?" and I said "I map and ancient sites from space+ there are dozens of unmapped ancient civilizations beneath African rainforests. So core premise of BP was 100% right.... cont

The award for most delicious Jenny friendly pizza eaten while watching the boring Oscars and drinking some red wine to make it slightly more entertaining goes to me.

It’s been years since I watched the Oscars and so far they’re just as dumb as I remember, apart from the Sinners performance.

Ethical AI, nuanced war, mild covid and other 2026 oxymorons.

Local woman wakes up, rocks up to the Oscars wearing a dress made of oatmeal, makes oatmeal.

Maybe spending my teen years living through Seattle grunge and its Vancouver cousin helps explain a bit of my feisty edge.

Saturday librarian was heckin tired but nevertheless she persisted or whatever.

Doing a big protect while maintaining comfort.

Local woman wakes up, casts a critical thinking and empathy spell on the world, makes oatmeal.

Mother-dogter shared interests.

It’s Friday March 13 again just like it was in 2020 but that’s not spooky when compared to the fact that we’ve been living in the twilight zone for 4+ years as most of the world past tenses a pandemic that is still disabling and killing people. Your constant denial is spooky.

Local woman wakes up, wins the lottery, quits her job and starts writing silly pet bios for dog shelters to help get them adopted (with a specialization in pitbulls that have food or old person names), makes oatmeal.

We’re powering through season 7 of the Gilmore Girls like it’s a minimum wage job. It’s very not good.

All my library presentations to the nearby high school now include an “everyone is welcome but you can’t vape or fight at the library” bit at the end.

Mychal’s picture book is absolutely delightful, just like him. It will be a perfect read aloud for storytimes and class visits.

Local woman wakes up, redistributes Alberta UCP separatist propaganda money to housing, healthcare and education, makes oatmeal.

Long dog.

The immune system is not a muscle. It is a cleansing fire. It causes collateral damage. It has a limited supply of fuel. It can get out of control. Don’t burn your whole house down every time by catching every disease without caution.

Locally done research that may be of interest to library workers (and those who want to better understand the work we do). Emotional Labor in Public Libraries: Leaders’ Perspectives on Organizational Support www.tandfonline.com/eprint/K8FM5...

The 3 genders