Not much of anything.
My 2002 Magnetic Poetry Calendar:
My 2002 Magnetic Poetry Calendar:
One of the things that I’ve omitted mentioning recently is that I itch. I’m not talking little mosquito bite itch. I’m not even talking poison ivy itch. I’m talking itch that makes you seriously consider removing your skin down to the sub-dermal fat layer. I’m talking itch that makes you claw frantically at whatever part…
Narrow-minded, self-serving, sanctimonious twits of co-workers. Yesterday I got one of those e-mails from someone in my department, warning us all of the fact that “CBS is going to have to cancel “Touched by an Angel” because it mentions God in the show. I’d print the full text of this preposterous e-mail, but with my…
Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Just got email – USA channel is having a Monk marathon on New Year’s day! Monk on USA Network I’ll miss the morning episodes, but that still leaves the evening after I get home from Scranton. This absolutely rocks!
So we stand on the brink of 2012. Since the world as we know it failed to come to an end on New Year’s Day 2000, the fatalists are now pointing out that the Mayan long calendar ends on 12/21/12. Since that is the official end of the Mayan Great Cycle, and since the Mayans…
– Amos Bronson Alcott I stumble through the progression of days as if the impediments I encounter are always new, as if the furniture that occupies the rooms of my life has always been rearranged over-night and the lights are always off. The furniture has not been rearranged. The lights are usually on. The impediments…
The kitten sleeps in my lap, making a noise between gurgling and purring. I begin to worry she’s developing an upper respiratory tract infection. This is truly an abnormal noise. Then again, this is an abnormal kitten. I hold her chin, rubbing it slightly, and she yawns into my hand. At least one of us…
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.