Summary: One of the most confounding "liberry" mysteries put before me, years even before I began blogging about my adventures, was the mystery of Mr. Little Stupid. Like his near namesake, Mr. Big Stupid, Mr. Little Stupid enjoyed using our public computers. Unlike Mr. Big Stupid, Mr. L.S. was a small, meek fellow who walked around carrying a Girl Scouts binder and wanted to read the poetry of tragic figures cut down too soon. He also had the perplexing inability to remember the most basic of internet access concepts, such as how to load internet explorer, despite repeated lessons from me personally. It was a mystery that I came to solve, and chronicle here.
