Holy Sxhit

My keyboard is working again. This is very cool. I was leafing through the Best Buy ad to see if they had a sale on keyboards. I feel like Sam in LotR after Shelob poisoned Frodo and he left the comatose Frodo for dead. How could I think my keyboard could actually die? What a foolish thought. My keyboard, the voice of the hands, is like a grizzled soldier, its keys encrusted with the gunk from a 1000 papers. I love you keyboard! Not enough to clean you, but, like the raven, I will bang the enter key nevermore.

Fairy Tales

In earlier centuries, one of the roles of children stories was to warn kids of child predators (Little Red Riding Hood, Hansel and Gretel...) After I wrote Spider Songs (previous post), I felt like it was echoing a poem I read before, so I searched the web (Ha!).

Remember "The Spider and the Fly"? I think that's the poem that was influencing me. I completely missed the child predator subtext in it when I was a kid. It's a real treat to reread a childhood tale and realize it's more rich than when you first read it.

It’s snowing! We’re all going to die!

I live by D.C. We don’t get much snow out here.

A dusting is the Mother of All Blizzards, an inch an avalanche, and six inches is the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse on a tag team rampage of terror with the Nine Ringwraiths, an army of 13 riding swords raised, leaving a trail of milk cartons and loaves of bread tossed in the air by last-minute shoppers, shriveling toilet paper with their mist, and keeping their eyes open for the prize: a child stranded at a bus stop by his clueless parents.