Filed under Whatever on November 30th, 2006 1 Comment »

Today’s annoying statistics:
There are 409 people in the U.S. named Jim Clark. There are 11,530 people in the U.S. and 1,765 people in the U.K. named James Clark.
There are 4,991,477 people in the U.S. with the first name James; statistically, it’s the 1st most popular first name.
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Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on November 30th, 2006 No Comments »
I love you
for too many reasons
So many that I can’t count them all–
I would need to have row upon row of fingers
on a thousand hands
which means I’d need a torso
that is half a mile high
in order to accommodate all my arms
and the sight of me walking down the street
(supported by large trusses on wheels)
would scare small children and make them cry
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Filed under Whatever on November 29th, 2006 No Comments »
So I hear the weather up in the Pacific Northwest is really awful right now.
My mom writes to tell me they now have 3’ of snow and have been without power for 2 days twice in the past week. When they lose power on her ranch, their water pumps stop working and they have to fill pots, buckets and bathtubs full of water for flushing, washing and watering the animals. And when the power does come back on, all the pipes are frozen anyway. Ouch. They’d go drive to somewhere warmer if their car wasn’t buried in the driveway. At least the food in the refrigerator doesn’t rot because it’s so cold in the house, right?
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Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on November 23rd, 2006 1 Comment »

thank you
i am eternally grateful
for the little things you do
that light me up like a christmas
tree
thank you for smiling at me
thank you for giving me that look,
you know the one
where you see right through
all the bullshit that i keep at the surface
as if it was all made of glass;
you act as if my shields were not even there
when you peer into my very core
and discover all my weaknesses
all my mistakes, my fears, my sins
and every flaw i have ever tried to hide;
you see it all
and here i stand before you
completely naked
defenseless
ready to die
but instead
of taking advantage
of my vulnerable state
you promise
to
reach out
and wrap me up
tight
and never let me
go
and i
feel safe
if only for
a little
while
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Filed under Bad Poetry, Stories, Writing on November 12th, 2006 No Comments »
The devil came up behind me and poked me in the back…