Some+Things=Somethings
Yes indeed, Some+Things=Somethings and some things you just gotta go see. This is one of them. The Incredible Crooning Child. On page 2, you will find American Pie, and it is "special".
All day yesterday I looked for a place to put this in a post. I suppose that this is as good a place as any. "Hey! Cover your butt when you sneeze."
Jn has her some new iguanas, but she won't say any more. Her silence speaks volumes. For instance, I know she isn't a vegetarian. Do I need to go all the way down that path or can you see from here where it will inevitably lead? Two words: Bamboo skewers.
I'm kinda pissed off. Yeah, yeah, yeah...better than being pissed on. Still, listen up. I have worked like 6 days on one poem. It used to take about 30 minutes (or less) to knock one out. Now, you would think that if I put 6 days into something it would be pretty good. And you would be wrong. It's not pretty good. Not even close, I think. I have a couple of good lines in it, but not enough to carry the whole thing. And it has nothing new to say in it and the heck if I can figure out a chorus for it. I am getting about one stanza a day done, sometimes half a stanza. I'm telling you what, if I don't start getting some quality alone time, and getting it soon, it'll be all over but the crying for my writing career. Well, except for this blog, but this is more like talking than writing.
Game 7 NBA Eastern Finals. Be there or be rectangular.
Codicology, out
Travelin' Ed
All day yesterday I looked for a place to put this in a post. I suppose that this is as good a place as any. "Hey! Cover your butt when you sneeze."
Jn has her some new iguanas, but she won't say any more. Her silence speaks volumes. For instance, I know she isn't a vegetarian. Do I need to go all the way down that path or can you see from here where it will inevitably lead? Two words: Bamboo skewers.
I'm kinda pissed off. Yeah, yeah, yeah...better than being pissed on. Still, listen up. I have worked like 6 days on one poem. It used to take about 30 minutes (or less) to knock one out. Now, you would think that if I put 6 days into something it would be pretty good. And you would be wrong. It's not pretty good. Not even close, I think. I have a couple of good lines in it, but not enough to carry the whole thing. And it has nothing new to say in it and the heck if I can figure out a chorus for it. I am getting about one stanza a day done, sometimes half a stanza. I'm telling you what, if I don't start getting some quality alone time, and getting it soon, it'll be all over but the crying for my writing career. Well, except for this blog, but this is more like talking than writing.
Game 7 NBA Eastern Finals. Be there or be rectangular.
Codicology, out
Travelin' Ed
That's what I'm about. Ramblin' Ed at 3:48 PM
2 comments:
It will take them a while before they get that big but I intend to feed them well . . . -Jn
My dear 867-5309,
Something else you can do, and I want to stress that this is just a SUGGESTION, is to take them before they get too terribly big, gently shove a jalapeno in their butts, roll them in breading and deep fry 'em. Mmmmmmm. iguana poppers. Only one of the best horse d'oovers on the planet.
So, it's settled? We're calling 'em "The Donnas"?
Ed
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