SETTING: My "liberry" as Gene Gene the Geneal0gy Machine comes up to pay for his many many prints, having spent the entire afternoon pounding away at the geneal0gy engine in the company of fellow local genal0gist Mrs. Trout. Mrs. Trout had earlier paid for her own many prints and departed. Ms. D is running the desk.
GENE— (To Ms. D) You know, I like MRS. TROUT, and all, but she sure can talk your ear off.
MS. D— (Stands in stunned silence as she processes the astounding levels of irony contained in Gene's statement.)
GENE— I can hardly get anything done.
MS. D— (Remains unable to speak.)
(Upon hearing this tale recounted, I noted that it's fortunate I wasn't there to hear it personally, for I would have been hard-pressed to keep from saying, "Oh, I know what you mean! I once had to gnaw off my own leg to escape a conversation with YOU.")
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Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Friday, August 24, 2007
Trout Fishing In America
Gene Gene the Geneal0gy Machine arrived for one of his daily research sessions. As I was logging him onto his computer he said, "I see you're back."
"Yep," I said, wondering where I'd been hiding that he hadn't seen me recently. No, I'd really like to know, cause I want to go back there and stay.
"I see you're back," he repeated.
"YEP," I repeated at a louder tone. Then I noticed Gene wasn't talking to me at all. He was talking to Mrs. Trout, who was seated on the opposite row of our computer station.
Before the advent of Gene, Mrs. Trout (and to a lesser extent, Mabel) had been our resident amateur geneal0gist. These days we see less and less of her, which is unfortunate because we prefer Mrs. Trout to Gene at a 29 to 1 ratio. In addition to being a sweet and grandmotherly lady, we primarily love Mrs. Trout because she keeps the mind-numbingly boring details of her geneal0gy work to herself and doesn't try to lecture about them to anyone who strays within five feet of her. Unfortunately for her, Gene seems to have figured out that they share a hobby.
From the circ desk, I could hear their entire conversation as Gene began expounding upon his latest research breakthroughs to Mrs. Trout. At one point, Mrs. Trout mentioned that she hadn't had much luck recently, at which point Gene inquired as to what online geneal0gy services she was using. She told him and he gave off a polite yet derisive snicker. His sources, I inferred, were far superior.
"What's your last name?" he asked.
Ah ha, I thought, now he was going to look her up and do her entire family history just to demonstrate how superior his online sources truly were.
"Well, it's my mother's people I'm researching," Mrs. Trout said.
"But what's your last name?" Gene said.
"My last name is my husband's last name," Mrs. Trout said gently. "It's my mother's people I'm looking for."
"But what's your last name?" Gene insisted.
Mrs. Trout finally told him and Gene launched into his search. Mrs. Trout then wrapped up her computer time, paid for her prints and departed swiftly thereafter.
"Yep," I said, wondering where I'd been hiding that he hadn't seen me recently. No, I'd really like to know, cause I want to go back there and stay.
"I see you're back," he repeated.
"YEP," I repeated at a louder tone. Then I noticed Gene wasn't talking to me at all. He was talking to Mrs. Trout, who was seated on the opposite row of our computer station.
Before the advent of Gene, Mrs. Trout (and to a lesser extent, Mabel) had been our resident amateur geneal0gist. These days we see less and less of her, which is unfortunate because we prefer Mrs. Trout to Gene at a 29 to 1 ratio. In addition to being a sweet and grandmotherly lady, we primarily love Mrs. Trout because she keeps the mind-numbingly boring details of her geneal0gy work to herself and doesn't try to lecture about them to anyone who strays within five feet of her. Unfortunately for her, Gene seems to have figured out that they share a hobby.
From the circ desk, I could hear their entire conversation as Gene began expounding upon his latest research breakthroughs to Mrs. Trout. At one point, Mrs. Trout mentioned that she hadn't had much luck recently, at which point Gene inquired as to what online geneal0gy services she was using. She told him and he gave off a polite yet derisive snicker. His sources, I inferred, were far superior.
"What's your last name?" he asked.
Ah ha, I thought, now he was going to look her up and do her entire family history just to demonstrate how superior his online sources truly were.
"Well, it's my mother's people I'm researching," Mrs. Trout said.
"But what's your last name?" Gene said.
"My last name is my husband's last name," Mrs. Trout said gently. "It's my mother's people I'm looking for."
"But what's your last name?" Gene insisted.
Mrs. Trout finally told him and Gene launched into his search. Mrs. Trout then wrapped up her computer time, paid for her prints and departed swiftly thereafter.
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