I thought I would put together some preliminary notes on a workable regimen of meditation and psychic defence work that is simple enough for even Xander to understand. It feels good to be working in my own field once again. I really don't get enough opportunities to do that, these days, and as sleep-deprived and overly caffienated as I had to ( Read more... )

All right, so I am a coward -- under certain circumstances -- mostly involving teen-aged girls (not a good thing for a high school librarian, granted, but I never chose this as a career path...). But that's only to be expected, one supposes. Years of single-sex education, and they expect us to magically be able to relate to women after we leave ( Read more... )

Why is it that when teachers devote attention to Shakespeare's sonnets, they do the same half-dozen or so time and time again? 18, 116 and on and on. Why not the rest? Like 22, for example:

My glass shall not persuade me I am old ( Read more... )

You'd think that I would learn to sit on the side and wait patiently by now, but perhaps that trait just isn't in me, no matter how hard I try to inculcate it into myself. Oz has turned up without the need for intervention, magical or otherwise ( Read more... )

Miss Rosenberg and Miss Madison did not keep their appointment with me in the afternoon. This does not bode well. Since I was already somewhat familiar with Willow (and favourably impressed by her), I took it upon myself to investigate Amy, her companion, by looking at her permanent record, standing on my privilege as a member of the staff here ( Read more... )

I keep running over the events of this morning through my mind, wondering if, or when, I should have done things differently ( Read more... )

Amy Madison: *Walks into the apparently deserted library, bag of witch goodies in hand.* "Willow, where are you ( Read more... )

The most distressing thing I'm discovering about Sunnydale is that in such a small town, there are such a limited number of places to go that people of my age are made to mingle with a much younger set more of the time than I really feel comfortable doing. After hearing 'Isn't that Mr Giles the librarian?' for about the fifth time on the last ( Read more... )

I can't believe I wrote that. From now on, I will not even turn on the infernal machine if I've had a bit to drink.

I've only been here a short time, and yet I find myself falling into a routine so mind-numbing that it effaces almost all conscious thought. Perhaps that's how the rest of the residents of this town do it - a rather tedious slice of Americana, with a Hellmouth on top ( Read more... )