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Use it. When others use it, scream. Then use it again.
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I was waffling uncertainly through yet another sheaf of legal documents when a long-misplaced calendar swanned into view. "What ho, the passage of time!" methought. The place where I am accustomed to spend my daylit hours is unencumbered by time, being a sort of metaphysical deadzone where an unsullied permanence clings: a sort of three-dimensional, five-senses version of white noise.
But time goes on outside these four walls. Until it ends. Which it will. And apparently very soon. Looking upon the calendar, it dawned upon me that a strange confluence of stars has determined that Derby Day and Cinco de Mayo are the same day this year.
This happens from time to time: in 2001, in 1990, in 1984, 1979, 1973, 1962, 1956, and 1934 to be precise. But it's happening more and more: It took over fifty years from the time of the Derby's first running to get to a Cinco de Derby Day. Then another twenty-two. Then, suddenly, eight. Then we cycled back down to eleven, sped up to six, five, six, back down to eleven, and now six again.
The verdict: the universe is fighting a losing battle with some kind of accelerating force. It was somehow staved off a bit in the 90s -- the accelerating force was probably too busy learning how to use the internet and downloading mp3s to keep its attention fully engaged on its dirty business of sewing crazy metaholidays throughout the calendar. And this may only be the beginning...what next? The Boston Marathon was on Tax Day this year, too! Ahhh!
Anyway, I'll return to the Cave That Dwells Outside of Time and start crunching the numbers. Keep your heads down and stay alert for festive convergences. Report these to headquarters by messenger lizard. Use the usual codes, except on second Tuesdays. Good hunting, Americans.
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BTW, I ripped the page containing "wanton" out of a three-volume Websters' today. The page also contained "warbird." Hells yesssssssssssssss.
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After being seriously mopey and depressed for all of yesterday, I purchased a poster-size print of this fellow. He's my new spirit animal.
I'm going to buy a USB flash drive today, so I can rescue all my old photos off my decrepit old laptop. I used to be really into taking pictures, so I will have 1000 to go through.
You want a mix cd? My musical tastes/selection more or less suck ass, but I have a new CD-rom drive and wish to share the wealth.
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Mopey, angry. I'm moving to Costa Rica and becoming a coffee farmer.
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Both would be overkill.
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Also, I am rich in Paypal. Etsy gifts for everyone!
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At first, whenever I look upon it, I wonder, "what's going on here," and then I conclude that I don't want to know. Incidentally, the front of the bike featured a painting of a giant crazy vampire bat perched atop a belfry.
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NaPoem Number 16 would like to remind you to buckle up.
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Also, it needs to heat up so I can wear all these damn cute little outfits I bought last month. Where the hell is spring? It's cute outfit time! I have sassy little wedge heels and cute bracelets and all these sorts of thingies! Damn you, spring!
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Five completely senseless, very piecemeal NaPoems are here.
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