mmm strippers in candy necklaces. Can we get candy belts too. Far more fun to eat off. What? It's true!
So, while I've been here in San Fran (oh, you don't like that.... It's "The City"....)
Ahem. Excuse me. Everybody knows "the City" is New York City. The city you are referring to is called "Frisco". :: ducks and covers ::
The whole I-35 thing scares me. I'm... I... O hell I'm speechless over the craxiness of it.
So office-mate gave me a day to day calendar. Typically any calender I get sits there about 6 months behind schedule. This one, tho, has a fighting chance. Sudoku day to day from Will Shortz! And yes, I've already done Jan 1 puzzle. What? I have that day off. It's only fair!
Yay to all the A's out there! Finally some good Buffista news!
Also triple cheer on S getting discharged. Sean, I really think you two should refrain from travel. Clearly the gods don't want you to do it.
OK, now I have to look up the rules for Haiku's. Tho I am not all that poetic, I have one brewing in my head. I hope it works out.
five, seven, then five
syllables mark a haiku,
remarkable oaf
OK, here it is. I'm not much of a poet, so you English teacher/poetry/literary folks, feel free to offer constructive criticism.
bed room air is cold
under the covers is warm and cozy
Oops. late for work again
Haiku are easy
Five, seven, five syllables
A twist at the end
under the covers is warm and cozy
That's three too many syllables there, bub.
Bedroom air is cold
Under covers I am warm
Late for work again
dreaded cow-workers
will keep me in the office
so I must beat them
That's three too many syllables there, bub.
damn syllables/words thing. Pfft. I'm sitting there looking at your post with fingers a-counting, and saying "what" as I say "co-zee" and still count as one.
And ya wonder why I'm not a poet.
Ginger, you are the best editor! Your hired!
Bedroom air is cold
Under covers I am warm
Late for work again
yikes! my poetry killed the thread! Dude! I'm sorry! I promise I'll never be poetic again! Bring back the work distraction!!!
O wait. Lets see... if it's 3:30 Pacific time, that means it's rush hour home Eastern time.... ya. That must be it. I'll not block the poetry from my brain, should it come back.
