I sleep with a book in my bed

Book & I:

Like every night that was preceding,
By bedside light I lie here reading,
Hoping that I don't start snoozing,
'Cause I need to elude sleep's capture
So I can finish one last chapter.
I need to win but think I'm losing.

Eyelids getting oh so heavy:
One more crack upon my levee.
Soon somnolent waters shall start to spill.
With these subtle cracks, sleep keeps encroaching,
An unconscious state so soon approaching
to take my thoughts against my will.

Who was the killer, have they survived?
Can the hero be revived?
These kinds of things need exposure.
I just need a minute, maybe more,
To find the answers I'm searching for.
I need that time to get some closure.

In disagreement my head starts nodding.
I just can't think; my mind is plodding
As words on pages keep on blurring.
I try so hard to refocus
And ignore this hocus pocus,
But deep inside I've stopped deterring.

And so my thumb slips, pages flipping
For it seems I'm no longer gripping.
As if my body's been possessed
It's giving in to sleep's demands.
The book falls gently from my hands
To rest a bit upon my chest.

We take a break from epic stories
And let the brain take inventories.
To wakefulness we shall say goodbye.
Do books dream? I know I do.
Maybe it can join me too,
As we sleep together, Book and I.

Soapbox Speeches: Twilight Sucks

      I could rant all day about why Twilight is horrible, but I won't. I am just not qualified enough on the subject. I have made 2 attempts to read Twilight and they have both ended in failure. My first attempt resulted in me reading one page and then walking away from it to sit in a corner and worry deeply about all the people I know who love that book. After taking a few minutes to gather myself I tried again. This time I made it to page 3, whereupon I decided that I just couldn't bring myself to impose that level of punishment against my brain.

      With only 3 pages of Twilight under my belt, my knowledge is primarily secondary. As such, I won't make you sit and listen as I complain about the things I've heard. I will, however, take a moment to point out a couple people who do have firsthand experience with Twilight. They are more skillful than I am anyhow.

Alex Day Reads Twilight

      Alex Day is a video blogger who decided to film himself reading Twilight and record his reactions to it. It is, in short, hilarious. It is basically what you would get if Mystery Science Theater 3000 riffed a book instead of a movie. If you're like me, curious about Twilight but unable to actually read it, then this is perfect. You get all the plot and a million times the laughs.

• Here's the collection of his Twilight videos.

Reasoning With Vampires

      A friend of mine just sent me the link to this site today. It is a blog where the author has done what the editors should have and taken a red pen to the Twilight books. With both wit and interesting typography she points out the books' many, many failings. I have actually written this whole post largely as an excuse to share this link.

• Here is a link to the main site.
• And here is a link to an interesting interview with the site's author.

Old Enough To

We all know about those momentous landmark ages. At 16 you can drive, at 17 you can see R movies, at 18 you can smoke, at 21 you can drink...and that's it. There's so few of them! You have a whole life to live and yet there are so few occasions to revel in the unlocked features of a Level Up. Or are there? I have looked into it and collected some of the unlocked abilities that are out there for all of us to look forward to and enjoy.

Additional Landmark Ages

• >0 - Old enough to be an individual

+Congratulations! You are no longer a blood-sucking parasite living inside of a host's body. Now you can move on to sucking time, patience, and money from them instead.

• 5 - You can to attend Kindergarten

+And by "can" I mean "have to".

• 6 - You now have to pay to ride the bus

+Celebrate by paying to ride the bus! Coins clanking into slots, bills sucked out of your hands, transfers appearing out of nowhere...what fun!

• 7 - No more choking hazard warnings on toys

+Choking on things just isn't as much fun when no one is telling you not to.

• 10-12 - You can get your Junior SCUBA certification

+You're probably not interested in dating yet, but nothing turns a lady/lad on like SCUBA certification.

• 13 - You can get a Facebook page (without resorting to deceit)

+Because being a teenager just wasn't challenging enough.

• 15 - You can now A) get your full SCUBA certification, and B) Be on American Idol

+Now that you are interested in dating, being a fully certified SCUBA diver who can sing certainly won't hurt your chances.

• 16 - You can now A) donate blood (w/ parent's consent), B) be an Olympian, C) be a jockey, and D) get your Private Hot Air Balloon Pilot's License

+Try combining them all for one hell of an event.

• 17 - You can get your Pilot's License

+Celebrate by jumping in your plane and spraying pesticides all over Cary Grant.

• 18 - You can now A) buy a rifle/shotgun, B) Gamble, C) Vote, D) Buy spray paint, E) Get Married, F) Change your name, G) Rent a Port-a-Potty, H) Pawn something

+Combine them all for an insane night...in a jail cell.

• 21 - You can A) buy a handgun, and B) get a Taxi Cab Driver's License

+Because you can't have one without the other.

• 23 - You're old enough to join the FBI

+You've had a poster of J. Edgar Hoover over your bed since you were old enough to pay for the bus. It's time to live the dream!

• 25 - You can A) rent a car, and B) run for Congress

+ Or you can rent a car and run from Congress.

• 26 - You can no longer be drafted into the military

+And you didn't even have to chop of an extremity!

• 28 - You can no longer be on American Idol

+Apparently when you're old enough to be a beer drinking jockey pilot for the FBI you're no longer Idol material.

• 30 - You can run for Senate

+Now that's the life. Jedi bodyguards, hover podiums, hanging out with Jar Jar Binks and Queen Amidala...wait...I'm thinking of the wrong Senate.

• 35 - You can run for President

+Besides the money, the fame, and the power, there really isn't an upside to that job.

• 37 - You can no longer join the FBI

+Psssh, you didn't want to join their crummy club anyway.

• 55-62 - Eligible for Senior Discounts

+Suck on that, whipper snappers, this early bird special is hella afforable, yo!

• 65 - Eligible for Medicare

+Time to enjoy the fruits of your taxes, you socialist.

• RIP+24Hours - You can be cremated
  

+Your whole life has been leading up to this moment!

• RIP+1Year - Eligible to appear on a postage stamp (but only for former presidents)

+You've been dead for over a year and brownnosers are still trying to lick your backside.

• RIP+2Years - Eligible to get your face on currency (but only for former presidents)

+Dangit, I guess there are some upsides to being President after all.

• RIP+5Years - Eligible for A) Sainthood, and B) having a landmark named after you

+Do them in that order for an even more prestigious landmark.

• RIP+10Years - Eligible to appear to appear on a postage stamp (for everyone else)

+You've spent your life looking down on Philatelists. Now they are the ones looking down on you. Madness!

• RIP+70Years - Your copyrights expire

+Clips from your movies will be shown at will as bookstores compete with one another to see who can slap the best cover art and discussion guides onto your books...or no one will care because your copyrights were lame.

Will Work 4 Money

Yep, I'm still sending out job applications. The one featured here is for the position of a Clerk/Cashier (a position I like to call "Clashier"). This time I'll even give you a taste of the cover letter I sent with it.


“Because this position is for a Bookstore, I should mention that I am, in fact, literate. Now I know what you are thinking, ‘How can we be sure you are literate and not merely paying a relative to read this job posting to you and take your dictation for the application?’ A good question. But would a relative of mine be able to correctly spell 'Cincinnati'? I think not.”

Since this position is also for an Art Cellar, I should mention that I can, in fact, art. The envelope this letter came in will depict that I am familiar with both art materials and processes. Now I know what you are thinking, ‘How can we be sure you didn't just hire a relative to create that envelope art for you?’ Another good question. But would a relative of mine have had the forethought to hide the word 'Cincinnati' in the lower left-hand corner? I think not.”


The mere fact that I have enough free time to make things like this is proof that I need a job.

Haikus: Fear, Dread, and Jack-O-Lanterns

There's a monster here.
It hides underneath your bed.
It watches you sleep.

Drip, Clank, Skitter, Creak.
Just normal house noises, right?
But how sure are you?

In the dark they come.
Leaves crunching under their feet
and greed in their eyes.

Ding dong, Trick or Treat!
No I'm not too old for this.
Who's too old for fun?

Devil Holiday?
The devil hates Halloween.
Not enough fiddles.

Blades put into treats?
Just a myth, but just in case
I'll put gauze in mine.

Bobbing for apples.
There's just no excitement there.
Unless you add eels.

Costume ideas:
Something classy yet naughty...
Slutty Bill Clinton.

You're going to die.
It happens to everyone.
STOP RUNNING AWAY!

The ultimate feud!
No, not Werewolves and Vampires.
Ghosts versus Zombies!

Children cannot see
unless you carve out their eyes.
...or is that pumpkins?

Why Do I Do The Things I Do?

You know what? I've never used poetry as an emotional outlet or anything of that sort. No, when I try to write a poem it is generally because I'm trying to be impressive, or because I find them amusing. Thus it seems I usually end up posting them on people's Facebook walls. As I feel bad for having been so awful at posting stuff recently I've decided to bring you some this Facebook Featured Poetry.


Double Feature:
Double feature picture show!
Lots of creatures fast and slow!
Why are you waiting? It's time go!

2for1 on Science Fiction.
Super old, so no age restrictions!
We've got Space ship laser gun depiction
and defiance against alien conscription!

The Heights will feed your nerdy childhood addictions,
with tons of classic science fictions.
Forget your spouse and forget your teachers
It's time to sit in theater bleachers
for a science fiction double feature!

[yes I realize there are no bleachers just comfy chairs,
but rhyming is hard and who really cares?]


Peter's Birthday Rap:
That's right, he's Pe-ter,
and even Je-ter,
isn't nea-ter,
except in the bathroom
cause Peter pees by the liter.

On the manly guage,
he can't be upstaged,
became a pokemon trainer when he came of age.

He lives up in space,
fights with a mace,
and with a regal grace,
he'll smash in your face.
But he always carries an umbrella
just in case,

Cause he's prepared,
ain't never scared,
never picks truth
cause he always picks dare.

But his life history,
is not a mystery,
cause his Facebook page,
says he's gained an age,
which means I just gots to say,
with some word play,
have a Happy Birthday
O-kay?


Tokushima no Haiku:
Tokushimashi
Awa Odori aru!
...soredake da.

[Tokushima burg,
It has the dance festival!
...that's pretty much it.]


“The Invisible Man” Haiku:
Invisible Man
Why won't they leave him alone?
Too late, now he's mad!


Why Is There A Band-Aid On Your Arm?
Because my current occupation
has contract stipulation
against virus inundation
causing patient devastation
and to stop such an altercation
I had this needle penetration
deliver a vaccination
to prevent an influenza infestation.
And that's the explanation
to this band-aid presentation
on my arm.


A Nora Borealis:
There's something in the sky today,
there's something very queer.
The cosmos is a ballet today,
and it's got me grinning ear to ear.

It's a Nora Borealis
and it's set the sky aglow.
The heavens a dance palace,
casting colors to and fro.

The moon is doing plies today,
as the stars do pirouettes.
The comets pop&lock today,
as the wind plays clarinet.

It's a Nora Borealis
and the atmospheres a stage,
take to the air like Daedalus
as you dance away your age.

There's something in the sky today,
a cosmic celebration.
It's Nora Gay's birthday today,
so join in the jubilation.

Mailman Visage Glue

It's another Mix CD cover! As per usual it sports a snazzy anagram name titles. Although, as you will probably notice, this time I didn't plan things out well enough and the bottom part of the title is hard to read, but I suppose that is what I get for rushing to get it done. Where's ctrl+Z when you need it, eh?