About
Hi, I’m Aaron, and I’m a surly prick. I work at a small public library in Maine. Prior to this job, I was a Systems Librarian at a non-profit school in Seattle that caters to homeless families and their children. I saw a lot of kids who, through no fault of their own, have been subjected to the type of trauma that most of us can’t even conceive of. Because of this, I have little to no patience for the stupidity and selfishness of adults.
I grew up in a small town called Kennebunkport. It used to be a great place to live, until a certain loathsome crime family that happened to own a vacation home in town rose to national prominence. (Hint: said family has provided America with its two worst Presidents.) After that, the town was flooded with swarms of media whenever Daddy or Junior came to town, followed in short order by hordes of asshole Republican yuppies from Massachusetts and New York who bought up all the real estate and drove up prices and forced the people who actually worked for a living to move out. I have little to no patience for asshole Republican yuppies.
I also have little to no patience for the kind of self-righteous, judgmental “Christians” who seem to be everywhere these days. For people who are constantly talking about how much they love Jesus, they sure as hell don’t seem to have read or understood anything he said. Nope, these fuckers are all about the Old Testament: judgment, punishment, and vengeance. That whole “Camel-Eye-Needle” bit seems to have been completely lost on them as well.
I don’t believe in the literal existence of either Heaven or Hell, but whenever I hear Pat Robertson blaming another natural disaster on homosexuality or calling for the assassination of someone he disagrees with, I find myself fervently wishing that there is a Hell. Because if there is, shitbirds like Pat Robertson have a nasty surprise in store.
This blog used to be called “Heavy Metal Librarian,” until I found out there was already a site by that name. I like metal. I was hooked from the age of 13, when I realized that just listening to rock n’ roll wouldn’t be enough to offend my ex-hippie parents. When your mom has the first four Zeppelin albums in her collection, you need to try extra hard to shock and horrify her. Hello, Slayer! While I listen to many different types of music these days, metal was my first love, and probably always will be.
I know a few people who do the blogging out on them there interweb tubes. For instance, there’s my wife and this guy and him and him and her. I also made a few friends at this place where I used work, and they and many of their friends have web pages as well, such as him and her and her and these people and him and him and her and this wench and him and this dude and a goat.
You’re welcome.
