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Spontaneous spondee
(Bi|Ea)rthday was fantabulous. My eternal and heart-felt gratitude to all those that expressed their birthday wishes in all their myriad forms. I really and truly had no idea so many people cared. Special thanks to three: the Fikee for throwing a fantastic bash for herself, and kind of me too; my boys from Nompton for cutting me off from that sweet sweet Jager before I got even more out of hand than I was; and to the Edmondites for continuing the birthday fun on into the weekend. Lots of drama this weekend in and amongst the kids at Denny's. Lots and lots. We'll leave it at that.
Side note, though it looks like some people have modified it, I actually wrote the picture gallery software that CityWalk is using back when I worked for the Worx. It's a rewrite of a much older piece of code.
Side side note. I don't know why I keep running into Rex everywhere I go, but I do. It could just be that I notice him more than I notice other people. Or it could just be that he's the life of the Metro.
I have no idea how people surfed the internet comfortably before the standardization of 802.11. My couch is too comfy for words.
"The man's behavior was deceptive" is headless trochaic pentameter. I admit, had someone else found as good a word to complete the meter, I would have gladly acquiesced to the judge's decision. "The man's behavior was solipsistic" doesn't even continue the beat and flow of the first four words, much less evoke suspense or really any other emotion. Big words do not make you a good writer, any more than big hammers make you a good carpenter. I should be eating cake. Notice that poetic meter is about the only kind of art that I really understand, as its base is in simple math and pattern analysis. I get kind of protective of the thing, even to the point of opening up Nathan-like unnecessary competition.
Nanny Bouscha (mój Polskie babcia) has died. This makes two really wonderful grandparents that I feel guilty about not spending enough time with in as many months. It's really starting to get to me.
I don't mind the sun sometimes,
the images it shows.
(This is headless iambic quadrameter, followed by iambic trimeter. The meter form is "sevens and sixes.")
Side note, though it looks like some people have modified it, I actually wrote the picture gallery software that CityWalk is using back when I worked for the Worx. It's a rewrite of a much older piece of code.
Side side note. I don't know why I keep running into Rex everywhere I go, but I do. It could just be that I notice him more than I notice other people. Or it could just be that he's the life of the Metro.
I have no idea how people surfed the internet comfortably before the standardization of 802.11. My couch is too comfy for words.
"The man's behavior was deceptive" is headless trochaic pentameter. I admit, had someone else found as good a word to complete the meter, I would have gladly acquiesced to the judge's decision. "The man's behavior was solipsistic" doesn't even continue the beat and flow of the first four words, much less evoke suspense or really any other emotion. Big words do not make you a good writer, any more than big hammers make you a good carpenter. I should be eating cake. Notice that poetic meter is about the only kind of art that I really understand, as its base is in simple math and pattern analysis. I get kind of protective of the thing, even to the point of opening up Nathan-like unnecessary competition.
Nanny Bouscha (mój Polskie babcia) has died. This makes two really wonderful grandparents that I feel guilty about not spending enough time with in as many months. It's really starting to get to me.
I don't mind the sun sometimes,
the images it shows.
(This is headless iambic quadrameter, followed by iambic trimeter. The meter form is "sevens and sixes.")
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Comment from: Sandra [Visitor] · http://xanga.com/underwire
Ha, let's just leave it at that, eh?
Although, I had a good time. I mostly just sat on the couch and giggled.
Although, I had a good time. I mostly just sat on the couch and giggled.
04/26/05, a Tuesday @ 17:08
Comment from: cBrodt [Visitor] · http://www.uberbrodt.com
Rex is the sort of person, knowing that he's somewhere out there, with a go-stach, that makes me want to get out of bed in the morning.
But not this morning, because I was really tired.
But not this morning, because I was really tired.
04/26/05, a Tuesday @ 22:33
Comment from: Amy [Visitor] · http://www.effika.net/weblog/
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Not really, but I had to finish the lyric you posted.
Happy belated birthday!
(This is the same Amy that rarely speaks at the debate meetings, by the way.)
Not really, but I had to finish the lyric you posted.
Happy belated birthday!
(This is the same Amy that rarely speaks at the debate meetings, by the way.)
04/27/05, a Wednesday @ 22:24
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