If you’ve ever wondered why people around my age were less likely to do drugs than people who grew in the sixties, I have a fairly simple theory. We had stuff like this to watch on Saturday morning, thus rendering the notion of hallucinogenic drugs largely redundant.
I mean, once you’ve tripped on Sid and Marty Krofft, LSD really has nothing to offer you. And that’s not even getting INTO the cartoon show where the Harlem Globetrotters were superheroes.
thatcrazycajun reminds us that today is World Poetry Day, and invites us to post a favourite poem in honour of the event.
This made me think about Dave Alway, whose memorial gathering I was unfortunately unable to attend a couple of weekends ago, which in turn brought to mind this wonderful poem by John M. Ford, which was recently referenced on a newsgroup I read.
So here’s a poem on World Poetry Day, in honour and memory of Dave.
Against Entropy
by John M. Ford
The worm drives helically through the wood
And does not know the dust left in the bore
Once made the table integral and good;
And suddenly the crystal hits the floor.
Electrons find their paths in subtle ways,
A massless eddy in a trail of smoke;
The names of lovers, light of other days—
Perhaps you will not miss them. That’s the joke.
The universe winds down. That’s how it’s made.
But memory is everything to lose;
Although some of the colors have to fade,
Do not believe you’ll get the chance to choose.
Regret, by definition, comes too late;
Say what you mean. Bear witness. Iterate.
So earlier today in her journal, cadhla made a statement to the effect of how she even doesn’t pretend to be a dumb blonde, as it doesn’t fit her self-image, and besides which, she said, “The dumb ones die fast.”
And, that got me to thinking. This usually indicates danger.
The Dumb Ones Don’t Live Long
by Rob Wynne
TTTO: “Only The Good Die Young” by Billy Joel
Well, hey there, Blondie, don’t make me search
You think you can run faster than I can lurch
Or that you’ll be safe if you hide in a church
I hate to tell you that you’re wrong
Well, they showed you a house and they said stay away
But you couldn’t wait past the end of the day
Now your brains are the center dish on my buffet
You will not outlive this song
You know the dumb ones, they don’t live long
You might have heard I died and was buried and gone
But I’ve come back and I’m here until dawn
When you see my hand coming up through the lawn
It might be best if you ran along
So come on, now Blondie, leave me a trail
Your attempts to escape are predestined to fail
Sooner or later, I’m bound to prevail
And your flesh will make me strong
You know the dumb ones, they don’t live long
You might think that the dead would just stay in the ground
But I’ve never been one for just lying around
And you can’t hide long before you are found
You shouldn’t go where you don’t belong
You know the dumb ones, they don’t live long
Come out come out come out, Blondie don’t make me search
You think you run much faster than I can lurch
Or that you are safe if you hide in a church
I hate to tell you that you’re wrong
You know the dumb ones, they don’t live long
A few days ago, the syndicated comic strip Candorville ran this strip:
The strip prompted the following discussion on rec.arts.comics.strips:
aemeijers
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> “Antonio E. Gonzalez”
> news:00p1v2l4gsofm0stovvats4abbliehk6qb@4ax.com…
>> So . . .the goatee and eyepatch make that “Evil Lemont”?:
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> The Goatee is from a ST TOS episode, but I don’t remember an eyepatch being
> involved.
I replied, almost jokingly:
Possibly the eyepatch is a reference to the 1970 Dr. Who episode “Inferno”?
Or am I overthinking this?
This morning, the artist who writes and draws Candorville, Darrin Bell, replied:
You’re definitely not overthinking this. I’m amazed that anyone caught that.
I have no words for how chuffed I feel right now. 🙂 *does a geeky little dance*
“The moral of this story, of course, is that you’re not going to hear the world’s greatest rock ‘n’ roll band by listening to records and downloading mp3s in your room. You have to get out and get caught up in the spirit, yell and scream, dance if you feel like it, and walk out at the end with a thousand volts of power coursing through your body.
They’re playing tonight. You’re probably not going to be there, but they’re out there somewhere. Go find them.”
–Ed Ward, “The Greatest Rock Band in the World”, Paste Magazine (Feb 07)
I read a lot of online comics. Some I read because they’re impossibly funny, and some I read out of cultural inertia.
One that falls into the latter category is “The Wizard of Id”. Today however, I got a good laugh out of it, not because the core joke was that funny, but because I couldn’t help reading it in a poly context:
Polyamory puts a whole new spin on this one, doesn’t it? 🙂
For the benefit of the 40% or so of my friends list who don’t know about this
My dear friend cadhla, who is indeed one of the coolest things in the word either on or off of toast, is wrapping up the recording of her first studio album, Stars Fall Home.
I have already heard several rough mixes from this album. The word “breathtaking” If you like literate, musically challenging, story-oriented music with passion and depth, you want a copy of this album. (If you’re thinking “But, I don’t really like filk music, don’t worry. Seanan’s music is quite accessible to anyone. If you’re not sure, e-mail me privately, and I’ll provide you with a sample or two.)
Lucky for you, you can still pre-order it for a limited time.
Order early. Order often. Operators are standing by.
Today, I am teh cranky.
Had to get up at 3am this morning, ostensibly to do a mysql upgrade on our mail system, but things didn’t go smoothly, and now I’m at work, tired, and irritable.
So, cheer me up? Tell me what’s wonderful and brilliant in your life?
Kitanzi and I are sitting at the gate at SFO, waiting to board. Con was good, more later.
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