Saturday, January 17th, 2004

Time	Event
11:15a	First timer... New to the badpoetry forum, so bear with me if this is in any way lucid or fails to be "bad"... MIDNIGHT CHEF (for Emeril Lagasse il miglior fabro) Night outside is darker than petroleum as I cook on cloistered linoleum And so, I turn off the stove quickly and Off then I walk to the door quickly and Shout into the night, HEY, YOU JERKS! KEEP IT DOWN, I'M TRYIN' TO COOK! Then the darkness turns to pretty rainbows. I'm surprised the darkness turned to rainbows. Usually, it just shouts back in kind "Mind my own business!" and shouts "JERK!" in kind. But into the night, there seems to have come a presence that respects my right to cook. (Comment on this)
11:29a	WRONG PLACE!!! Dagnabbit...it posted to the wrong journal. Hey, how does one go about posting to a community forum? I tried and it ended up here...oh poo.... Current Mood: Posthumous Retrospect - "I think I was dead then, too." Current Music: Hedwig's theme from Harry Potter (Comment on this)
1:50p	Oh, okay...I've got it... Disregard my last update. I figured it out...silly drop down boxes...tsk tsk tsk... "Zathras can never have anything nice..." Anyway, while I'm here...I might as well post something other than my reflections of me own folly, aye? A great film idea...Pilates of the Carribean! "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow! Now STREEEEEEEETCH!...c'mon...STREEEEEETCH!" "ARGH! WE STOLE THE TREASURE, NOW WE'RE CURSED...NOW STREEEEEEEETCH..." "Keep your feet shoulder width, me bucko...and streeeeeetch....." "Don't forget to breathe Legolas!" "I'm not LEGOLAS, for the unteenth time, I'm not..." "SHUT UP AND streeeeeeetch...." "ARGH! Now other side!" Why not build bridges that have animatronic trolls that pop up at ya as you go by so that you can say, "No, my older brother is coming...wait for him." and then throw your cheeseburger wrapper at them and say, "Neener neener. Can't catch me, poo poo head!!!" Imagine a world of imaginary birds. What would it be like imagining these same said birds perching on a statue. And how would they perch? Imagined legs, no doubt. But, what if someone in this world didn't imagine birds with legs, but instead these little suction cup like things, similar to a plumber's helper. Wouldn't that persons imagination get annoying after about fifteen minutes of you hearing them make that *slurp pop!* sound of the birds moving about on the marble surface of the statue? I'd hate to live in an imaginary world like that, let me tell you. feeling a bit nostalgic, so here is an old mood I was once in... Current Mood: Marsupial Beligerance - "It's my pouch, you JERK!" Current Music: Captain Planet...he's a hero...gonna take pollution down to zero! (Comment on this)
6:36p	The Clothes Hanger... It's a sad thing when your plastic coat hanger breaks right at the neck, where the hook meets the triangle. You can't really fix it...if it were metal, and broke somewhere on the hook, it would be salvageable. you could just bend the remainder of the hook and PRESTO! it's a little ugly, but serviceable. But...alas, it's plastic, and it broke off all the hook. While sitting here thinking about the beans I've got cooking in the crock pot, I can't help but wonder about my coat hanger...and a concept I heard in She's Out of Control, the really bad flick with Tony Danza and Vizzini, it was his daughter who asked after his Jag was hit by a train if he thought inanimate objects felt pain. He replied, "If you're worried about the car, that's what insurance is for." in true Danza fashion...but I'm pondering this question. Do coat hangers feel pain? If so, would they scream out in their own clothes hanger language? Another if so, would they have an accent, say perhaps the Dude Where's My Car type of lilt such that a coat hanger breaking its neck would sound like "Ow, dude! Quit it!" If I were to put a bunch of hangers down the garbage disposal again, and listen this time, would I hear the screams of "OW, DUDE! QUIT IT!" ring out above the grinding of plastic before someone walks in and catches me and says, "I told you NOT TO DO THAT AGAIN!"? Intriguing concept. Not saying that I buy into it. I think coat hangers are to be used and tossed away when they no longer serve our needs. When they start to organize and threaten to overrun the palace, well, then we will lend an ear to their cause, but not one moment sooner. And then, only to placate them by praising their ability to store garments efficiently. They'll believe that, I think. Not too bright clothes hangers. Current Mood: Rheinmaiden Self-Righteousness -"Traulich und Treu ist nur in die Tiefe. Falsch und feig ist was dort oben sich freut."* Current Music: "Kill de wabbit! Kill de WABBIT!" *from Das Rheingold (Comment on this)
10:50p	"It has begun..." A nice quote from Lambert film history...uttered by the head of the Frasier clan in Highlander as well as by Shang Tsung in Mortal Kombat. I have begun, for those who are interested, in the lengthy overhaul of my website. Thought of the week I hope to resume making a weekly addition to as well as updating Literature Corner and, hopefully, adding some new stories and poems. Yessir, thanks to the dilligent efforts of nonspecific in talking me into starting a blog and, thus, getting me back into the net thing, I am planning a rebirth of my website. That means placenta and cigars for EVERYONE! Don't expect a lot of noticeable changes in the next few days, but stop by soon for a look around. There's still PLENTY of stuff to keep everyone entertained for hours. Heck, I don't even remember what all is on there. I think this is the seventh anniversary of my site...Cheers! Go me... Current Mood: Spontaneous Combustion Generosity - "Here you go, lad. Now isn't that...AAAAAAAAAGH!!!" Current Music: Johnny Cash "The Man in Black" point of note, usually when I say "Current Music" it's usually the song I'm singing in my head, as I don't play CD's as much as I used to. (Comment on this)

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