Dropping the Ball

2007 kindof sucked--we all know that.

If 1907 used wood and iron, then perhaps we
should reconsider our elements.

What do diodes have to offer? Poetically speaking?
600 crystal in Times Squareis a good start,
manipulating the phrase "energy-effecient," however,
isn't that black slinky dress on New Year's Eve, ya know?

I may have dropped the ball.
Refused to play.
Pouted, even.
Then I had a good look around
and saw that there's simply nothing better to do.
D*mnit. Now I'll need to reinflate it.

So much for 2007

But you know, I do think a second wave of blogging is about to emerge.
Grab your board, dude.

Happy B-day sweet thang!

How to Double Your Weight Gain this Holiday Season

Throw a party for 20+ people.
Prepare absolutely delicious foods for a least forty.

Coordinate the time of the party with a "snowstorm."

Sulk for two days that only 4 people were able to show up.

Butterfly, he said.
I stared.

Cognitive Trappings

I suppose the word "cognitive"
could be a very powerful word indeed--
especially if it was linked to some sort of test.

The harmful effective of labeling
occurs when the subject internalizes the label.

Drat those harmful tests!

Pickles?

I need finger foods.

We are hosting a smallish gathering
of miscellaneous madmen/persons in a mystery men/person party theme.

I play Control Freak (not The Grammenator, thanks).
But I have no costume ideas.
I know I need to show cleavage, but otherwise, nada . . .
And powers?
What are my powers?
I'm blank.

Pickles would work for me, but not everyone.

Non-Conanianish type, I'd Wager

If I had, say, an eight-year-old son,
he'd be afraid of tapeworms.

Until.

It would begin with a bag-o-treats
on beggar's night; he'd flop into the back seat
and pop a jawbreaker greedily into his face--
without having it checked.

"Stop!" I'd shout. "Do you want to get poisoned?"

Poisoned, poisoned . . . the words would echo
in his little head for days, perhaps even weeks.

People in his family would soon need to taste-test his food
before each meal.
(And he'd secretly have a point--where does it come from?)

News about China would be
abruptly turned off.

Bedtime rituals would contain a detox element
and frank discussions about common household cleaners.

Then, as climax to this chapter in his childhood,
his third grade teacher would introduce the class
to parasite/host relationships in science.

Hence, pale pictures of tapeworms.

Never fearing, ingeniously I would expand his knowledge
beyond the science books: tapeworms do indeed provide a service to their hosts.
They digest poisons. Particularly, poisonous jawbreakers.