As I have no Gaelic at all, my friend Siobhan provided the title for this post. It’s supposed to translate roughly into Random Thursday.
If you happen to know that the translation is so rough that it doesn’t have anything to do with Thursdays, random or otherwise, but is instead some sort of innuendo, insult, or affirmation of vile perversion, please let me know so that I can send the link to her mother—and don’t think I won’t, Van.
And if you know of a better translation, I’d appreciate it!
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The first sign of Spring: I kicked three patrons off our public computers this afternoon for viewing inappropriate* images and/or videos.
Anyone know where I can find some brain bleach?
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My two favorite Irish movies are The Commitments, which is authentically Irish and stars Irish actors, who play kick-ass music:
and The Quiet Man, which is authentically Hollywood Irish down to the last stereotype and stars John Wayne, who kicks Maureen O’Hara’s . . . um, well, here:**
Make of that what you will.
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Me: Learn anything at school today?
Janie (without looking up from her book): Houseflies buzz in the key of F
Me: . . . Okay.
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And on a far less random/Irish note: The students at Janie’s school are asking for poems, prayers, and thoughts in support of Japan. These are being written onto oragami paper to be folded into cranes. Traditionally, one thousand paper cranes will grant one wish–the students hope to gather enough cranes to ensure that Japan will find the strength, courage, and perseverance to rebuild their communities. The cranes will be sent to Japan to be distributed to victims of the disaster.
If anyone would like to participate, please e-mail me what you would like to say, and I’ll give them to the student coordinator. My e-mail address is at the top of the sidebar.
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*I’m not going to debate what’s pornographic or obscene or falls under artistic license. Nekkid sex is nekkid sex—and that one goat wasn’t even wearing a bell.
**But earns a point for Maureen O’Hara and another for maintaining the proprieties at all times. This doesn’t quite make up for the typical Wayne/O’Hara Taming of the Shrew dynamic, but at least he doesn’t spank her with an ash shovel in this one.
Earful of Cider 
Inappropriate images. Lord. I bet that’s a fun encounter, Sarah. My husband recently fired someone for spending most of his day on a site titled (and I’m paraphrasing) RedHead.Com. It was his 3rd warning. The guy’s response to being fired? “What am I supposed to tell my wife?!”
It has its moments. Walking quietly up to someone who is engrossed (pun intended) in something s/he should be looking at in private, leaning over a shoulder and saying, “That’s inappropriate!” can evoke interesting reactions.
Third warning? I wish I was surprised. . . apparently, looking at this stuff is a difficult habit to break for some. We’ve had to ban a few repeat offenders.
In what world, does someone go to a library and look at porn? I mean, really.
Although, it would make such a fantastic scene. Please tell, what the hell are their responses?
“How did that get there?”
“I was just looking up goats, and this popped up!”
I mean, what could you possibly say?
Usually they jump in their seats and scrabble to shut down all the pages, showing the exact path they took to get wherever they ended up—all the while swearing that it just popped up.
A few of them just say, “Sorry,” and leave.
One of them told me, in all seriousness, that there should be a special room where adults could look at whatever they wanted to. He wanted to know where he was supposed to get his porn if he couldn’t use the library computers. That one honestly stumped me . . .
what a wonderful suggestion, sir. We have a suggestion box up front, for those inspired ideas.
I’m sure the mayor would be glad to do the ribbon cutting for that particular computer lab. . .
Ah, The Quiet Man. Would it surprise you to learn that I have a love/hate relationship with that movie?
Not at all—I do, too. Some of it is great, and some of it is abusive, insulting rubbish. We’ve come a long way, baby.
Same with Annie Get Your Gun. It’s funny in places and most of the songs are good, but I’d forgotten how unforgiveably insulting to Native Americans it is, and that Annie, who is so strong-minded and independent, throws a contest just so her egotistical idiot of a boyfriend will marry her. She should have married Harry Davenport—he might be mercenary, but he isn’t misogynistic. Unfortunately, my kids love Annie, so we fast-forward through some of it, and they always get a lecture about how the movie has it wrong—the real Annie beat the real Frank and he wasn’t mad, he was proud of her and became her husband and manager.
All the Gaelic I know is Pogue ma hone – which sounds like maybe something you could say to some of those library internet users.
Downith, thank you – that’s a very useful phrase! 😀