Update Blurbs
the world should never forget
(03/10/2003; 08:15pm) - The Jabberwocky
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsey were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
~LC... that's Lewis Carroll (1832-1898) for those who may have forgotten...
(03/06/2003; 11:51pm) - sitting in the rain
i think my wrist is sprained.
"how did you do it?"
they all ask...
...i'm not sure?
but no one ever seems satisfied with that,
so i pretend there's a more interesting story.
i fell down.
i jumped on a moving car.
i got in a fight.
i fell down.
i crashed my bike.
i fell down.
i ran into a girl.
and depending on who i'm talking to,
perhaps they believe me.
which is funny, since every story i tell
is as true as the truth:
i don't know, but my wrist hurts.
poocat.
(03/03/2003; 12:49pm) - a new leaf...
We are a community.
This, til now, only came through in the forums.
Today, meLounge offers the first edition of a monthly series.
One month ago, we each took a short mental jaunt.
Our starting point was the same.
The concepts of 'Fire/Warmth/Heat'.
At the end, or somewhere in the middle of this journey,
some of us constructed a mediated postcard from
the ether of imagination.
These remittances are available for your consideration
both as individuals and as a whole.
Please enjoy.
Postcards
-andrew
my apologies to Bobert, Benny and Amanda.
(03/03/2003; 11:38pm) -
Whatcan I say?
You people have
been blogging
like mad men (and woman)
Don't forget this
and this.
Oh, and this one is different.
(02/27/2003; 09:41pm) - welcome to a walkthrough
this is where we remind you
of all the things still inside.
slowly waiting to find their way out
but only if you leave the house
step off to somewhere new
find yourself from a tiny clue
recreate that clumsy personality
actually let your mind run free
see what it ought to be
when you step up to me
don't be embarrased, see?
it's just reality,
and if you need a guide
just look inside.
poocat.
(02/25/2003; 02:53am) - heading home...
in long pants and indian flip-flops
listening to the squelch-squelch as i walk
better than music.
feeling the water migrate up my legs,
first at my toes
and slowly my ankles
as on up my shin it crawls.
watching all the rain splash down around me,
absolutly delighted that it can be so grand.
with out a care in the world as i wettly walk to my car.
done for the night,
no where else to go,
nothing else to stay dry for,
and i squelch-squelch myself off to bed.
-m-
(02/23/2003; 10:29am) - and like a flaming sword...
do you know what you look like when you turn your back?
i hope so, and then again a moment later i hope not.
i hope you realize who you are and where you've been,
adn i hope you realize how much you need to learn.
this is not because of anything you've said to me
but because the world spins and life ends
and there's sadness in reality.
grow up my friend.
wake up again.
live as you would if you were not restrained.
poocat.
(02/21/2003; 12:58am) - suitibly suited slightly saturday
there's more to most things
than there is to most days
that you spend in calm ways
with or without friends
to or not quite up to
the end
watching things you'd once ignore
whisk themselves past your door
through or not quite to
where you'd have been asking for more.
poocat.
(02/20/2003; 05:44am) - there are always things to think about...
plenty of them should never be left alone.
as soon as you forget your past,
a man once said to me,
you're bound and forced
to turn round and be coerced
by things you've seen
already once again.
poocat.
(02/18/2003; 10:36pm) - here we go again
ok... fine.... i'll blurb..... *sigh* again. even though it is my job.
admitlly that logic failed but [insert good and logical reason here].
told ya so!!!
Andrew went on a reviewing spree.The Deep End, Love Liza, Dr T & The Women (an estrogen crapfest in my humble opinion, but see what he has to say about it. and no i have not seen the movie so his opinion MAY be a bit more valid than my own...maybe), and Breathless. in case you though i was dead i did live another day, too bad it was a boring one. also the most recent 5 additions has been expanded to 6 in the lieral section. not interesting at all just helping you to procrastinate that much longer by reading this sentence
in news that bores me less, kev now has his own blog, and mike is back from the dead
-bobert