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enterprikayak wrote:
I wrote it last year cause I came up with that "imitation/flattery" challenge and then never submitted anything (unlike Distracted who submitted EVERYthing )

I'd forgotten it was you who submitted that devilishly addictive challenge! You owe me SEVERAL weeks of free time, you sadistic fiend. Those blasted things were like Lays potato chips...or chocolate chip cookies. I couldn't stop until they were done. It was terrible! (And a hell of a lot of fun. )

And so my obsession with Photoshop is clearly but another manifestation of the same sickness. So you and hubs coming or what? Huh? Well?

He said, and I quote, "I guess if you can put up with the Houston Safari Club convention I suppose I can suffer through Star Trek." Sigh. Wonderful. More stuffed elephants and obscenely LARGE firearms with finger-sized bullets.

So...yes!!!

Ummm...how soon should I buy tickets? This is only the third SF convention I've ever been to. How fast do the "Super Ultimate More-Special-Than-Anyone-Else-Alive Latinum Passes" sell out?

well, as you know I got mine already. but i am in need of instant gratification at all times. i think of a thing. i want said thing.

We went here:
http://tickets.fedconusa.com/index.php? ... absslt1f12

And I just looked and now John Billingsley is coming! Yay!

Vista Inspired:

Technology

Technology marches on
Not necessarily for the better
Sometimes just to make a quick buck
And to royally screw the consumer

Still, technology marches on
New computers often don't work as well
As their older, more functional predecessors
And reverse compatibility is a day dream, soon forgotten

Yet, technology marches on
Software becomes more irritating
Applications become a little more useless with each "upgrade"
And I lose a little more of my grip on sanity

That's good, CX. It reminds me of my Microsoft Word 2007. The last line is just perfect. Which is ironic, because technology is supposed to make our lives easier.

I'm glad Office 2003 works just fine on Vista then.

Anyway, since I still have a bit over 2 hours left, I thought I'd post a couple poems I did in class.


Jumper

Mikhail amasov walked out onto the cold steel.
The hour was early,
The air was misty,
The sun reflecting off the opaque mountains from afar.

He carried a coiled bungie cord,
To the middle of the bridge.
It was familiar to him,
He'd examined it before.

At 53 years old,
His life still felt unfufilled.
Work was fine,
But lacked the excitement he desired.

He fastened the bungie cord
To a secure location,
Then jumped into the morning mist,
The cool air rushing past his face.

An engineer by trade,
He was no extreme sportsman.
It seems he miscalculated,
The cord wrapping around his neck
After his first bounce.
He fell back to earth, interrupted



A Curse

A curse on ye
Who created poetry

Feeling without context
Or logical placement
Emphasis on syntax
But no depth of predicament

A jumble of words
That still makes sense to someone
Who makes gold out of turds
Then acts insulted when no one
Shares their delusion

A curse on ye
Who created poetry
Someday, I will be free

Wounded

You knew how I felt about you
Before that fateful night
My doppelganger telling you
While I lay in a coma and out of sight

You must’ve planned everything in advance
To stake your claim before you lost me to another
Though in truth there was never a chance
Before you there would be no other

I had gone through a lot and needed a friend
But you had withdrawn and left me alone
If you missed out on the things I shared with her in your stead
You had only yourself to blame for being a stone

You would not openly admit to jealousy filling your head
But that didn’t keep you from taking advantage of me
Surprising my with a kiss and a robe quickly shed
You gave me a taste of what our love could be

The next morning you tore me apart inside
Telling me that what we shared meant nothing
And just like that you’d tossed me aside
Having used my body to satiate your own craving

I put on a brave face while you hid yours behind a steaming cup of Chamomile
A small part of me hoping that your words were only out of public fear
I suggested that we forget everything with an almost playful zeal
Then suggested a return to the alien massage we’d been giving each other for half a year

Instead you distanced yourself from me after that date
I reached out to you only to be driven away for my concern
I gave you my love but you’ve returned it with hate
I opened myself up to you just so you could wound me in return

ASTOUNDING!
Why you don't send it at "How Do I Love Thee?"

"Wounded"- Very well done CX.

Thanks guys, but no, not submitting this to the site because I'm not really satisfied with it as is.

Much appreciated. But, umm..."hate?"

Yeah, hate. Trip's perspective not too long after the talk.

Hmm, that last poem reminds me of the excellent video Mockingbird.

That's a pretty good video. Sums up my viewpoint pretty well.