Not much of anything.
My 2002 Magnetic Poetry Calendar:
My 2002 Magnetic Poetry Calendar:
I don’t know the details. I may never know the details. I’m not certain I want to know the details. But one year ago today a family lost their thirteen-year-old son or daughter. I’ve always imagined it was a boy, but I don’t know this; it’s just an idea that has lodged itself in my…
Apparently the cats have either discovered a litterbox with a wormhole that transports poo to an alternate universe, or I’ve got three cats with delayed gut transit. All of this morning’s leavings (and there wasn’t that much of it) had packed hair and nothing else in it. Everybody’s lactulose/kristalose dosages get increased.
When I was a kid, my familyâs house was on two acres of wooded land. There was a creek that divided the land into roughly equal acres. The creek had cut a deep cleft into the land over the millennia, and so I had a deep wooded valley almost directly behind my house to play…
If you donât get the title and want to, Google it. If you find audio, keep in mind that itâs Billy Mumy (Lost in Space original series, Babylon 5) singing. Be afraid. Be very afraid. Sometimes you see something and you know that you are destined for it. I saw Yetzirahâs fish, and I knew….
For some reason, it hasn’t bothered me until just now. But I’m cleaning up my desk now, getting ready to head to the doctor’s to get this lump on my back checked out, and suddenly I’m nervous about it. As if anything is going to get in the way of this charmed life of mine….
Itâs been yet another while since Iâve written. I have a theory that I shall now make public: at the heart of every Christmas tree, menorah and Festiva pole lies a minute black hole that sucks all available time into it. Itâs the only possible explanation. The alternate reunion (dubbed âPlan Bâ) was a success….
WOW!
I want some magnetic poetry stuffs…
They’ve got a game of it at the store.
And, when I get enough money, I’m getting that, because it’s got a lot.
I’ve always wanted some…
i love it! i look forward to reading the magnetic poem of the day. 🙂 lordy! i’m having flashbacks of parasit…
Is that you office at work? Wow – my boss would have a stroke to see all that stuff on the walls! I’m not even allowed to hang the clock up!
Is that a poster of parasite eggs I see on your bullentin board? Seem to remember something like that from my tech days.
I want some magnetic poetry too.