Music I'VE been enjoying recently.
I'm a sucker for spaghetti legs dancing. Nuff said.
A picture I really enjoy.
Not my image. Just my enjoyment.
Yours, Sometimes,
Marf
Monday, February 28, 2011
When Life Gives You Lyrics
Everyone needs a mantra. What is yours?
Music I'VE been enjoying recently.
I'm a sucker for spaghetti legs dancing. Nuff said.
A picture I really enjoy.
Not my image. Just my enjoyment.
Yours, Sometimes,
Marf
Music I'VE been enjoying recently.
I'm a sucker for spaghetti legs dancing. Nuff said.
A picture I really enjoy.
Not my image. Just my enjoyment.
Yours, Sometimes,
Marf
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Burn It Down (Eating Soup Style)
Hello dearies,
Some quality quotes and stories from today... Speakers' names changed (sort of) to prevent lawsuits.
Kenneth- (about to drink from Francis's glass)- Do you have herpes?
Francis- Yes I do. Three kinds....
(Note to reader: How many kinds of herpes are there?)
I heard a wonderful story about someone who had a preschool child as their mentee and as a bonding activity taught them how to eat soup with their eyes closed. I asked how you eat soup with your eyes closed... and apparently you only change one thing.
You close your eyes. Go figure.
Enjoy this video from one of my favorite artists... if indeed there are any readers out there. If you're a reader, be a watcher!
"Less emotion, more emulsion..."
Burn it down.
Bada bing bada bang,
Marf
Some quality quotes and stories from today... Speakers' names changed (sort of) to prevent lawsuits.
Kenneth- (about to drink from Francis's glass)- Do you have herpes?
Francis- Yes I do. Three kinds....
(Note to reader: How many kinds of herpes are there?)
I heard a wonderful story about someone who had a preschool child as their mentee and as a bonding activity taught them how to eat soup with their eyes closed. I asked how you eat soup with your eyes closed... and apparently you only change one thing.
You close your eyes. Go figure.
Enjoy this video from one of my favorite artists... if indeed there are any readers out there. If you're a reader, be a watcher!
"Less emotion, more emulsion..."
Burn it down.
Bada bing bada bang,
Marf
Monday, February 7, 2011
The Pope of Poetry
(inspired by a nonsensical dream)
If I were to be Dr. Seuss
Would you
Dear Keenon,
Be my muse?
I'd write you rhymes full of abuse
and be the match to your short fuse
I'd stir the pot
and dig a hole
spouting comebacks (very droll)
If I became the Pope of Poetry
I'd bless and baptize all, I guarantee
I'd write the liturgy
and sprinkle potpourri
and you, my muse
would be my devotee
If I, yes me, was the royalty of rhyming
I can assure you I'd possess perfect timing
The tongue twister tycoon
and beat-boxing baboon
would look at me and blow a fuse
Cause I'm a poet with a muse.
(disclaimer: keenon is the friend with the dream...)
If I were to be Dr. Seuss
Would you
Dear Keenon,
Be my muse?
I'd write you rhymes full of abuse
and be the match to your short fuse
I'd stir the pot
and dig a hole
spouting comebacks (very droll)
If I became the Pope of Poetry
I'd bless and baptize all, I guarantee
I'd write the liturgy
and sprinkle potpourri
and you, my muse
would be my devotee
If I, yes me, was the royalty of rhyming
I can assure you I'd possess perfect timing
The tongue twister tycoon
and beat-boxing baboon
would look at me and blow a fuse
Cause I'm a poet with a muse.
(disclaimer: keenon is the friend with the dream...)
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Dorks Fall In Love Too
(letter found in a star trek manual book)
Dear Penny,
Your mom doesn't understand our star crossed love, and so I've stuck this letter in my Star Trek: Star Fleet's Guide to Surviving Space Travel in the hopes that your wanna-be Vulcan sister sees it and picks it up.
Penny, you must know that no matter the electric fences, restraining orders or threats your Borg-esque mother gives me, I will never stop trying to reach you and be with you. You are the hydrogen to my combustion, the vortex to my black hole and the gravity to my apple. You are the forces combined and acceleration in every direction. It may be as delusional as thinking the moon is made out of cheese, but since those short weeks at Space Camp, I think I've fallen without hope of ever hitting ground for you.
Will you free me from this oxygen-less vacuum and agree to meet at the aeronautics museum on Friday at 4?
My heart is a star going supernova for you Penny. I'll be the Captain Kirk to your Enterprise, and we'll warp speed to a dimension where your mom can't reach us.
Love,
William
(P.S. I'm sorry I split an atom on your front lawn. I was trying to prove my love, but I can understand why your parents misunderstood, given the crater and radioactivity and all.)
Dear Penny,
Your mom doesn't understand our star crossed love, and so I've stuck this letter in my Star Trek: Star Fleet's Guide to Surviving Space Travel in the hopes that your wanna-be Vulcan sister sees it and picks it up.
Penny, you must know that no matter the electric fences, restraining orders or threats your Borg-esque mother gives me, I will never stop trying to reach you and be with you. You are the hydrogen to my combustion, the vortex to my black hole and the gravity to my apple. You are the forces combined and acceleration in every direction. It may be as delusional as thinking the moon is made out of cheese, but since those short weeks at Space Camp, I think I've fallen without hope of ever hitting ground for you.
Will you free me from this oxygen-less vacuum and agree to meet at the aeronautics museum on Friday at 4?
My heart is a star going supernova for you Penny. I'll be the Captain Kirk to your Enterprise, and we'll warp speed to a dimension where your mom can't reach us.
Love,
William
(P.S. I'm sorry I split an atom on your front lawn. I was trying to prove my love, but I can understand why your parents misunderstood, given the crater and radioactivity and all.)
Thursday, February 3, 2011
When Friends Prove Far Too Persuasive
Darling Interwebbers,
Apparently my charm has proved too much for the usual impersonal venues (facebook, email, texting) and my mother joined forces with my friends to force me to channel my creative wellspring of sass into a more ignorable area of the internets. Blogging, it was determined, is just the ticket.
I'll start with a description of one of my personal idols, my 11 year old brother LUCASS the sassmaster.
Lucass: is the sassmouthing 11 year old "dude" of the family. He struggles to keep
his dimwitted family abreast of the sports world (NFL, NBA, MLB, what?) and has yet
to meet a sport he hasn't dominated at recess. He is currently fending off college
football coaches, citing his urge to focus on 5th grade. Non-Packer fans, beware
the wrath/sass of Lucass.
and to round out this blog post (goodness gracious I feel pompous saying that), here is a song I've been enjoying lately for its incorrigible peppiness.
The best part is at the very end... My guess is they missed the boat, but I just appreciate the goofiness of it all.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IX2pxtkhx-M
Love, (I gotta get a GossipGirl style exit strategy... you think you love me?)
Marf
Apparently my charm has proved too much for the usual impersonal venues (facebook, email, texting) and my mother joined forces with my friends to force me to channel my creative wellspring of sass into a more ignorable area of the internets. Blogging, it was determined, is just the ticket.
I'll start with a description of one of my personal idols, my 11 year old brother LUCASS the sassmaster.
Lucass: is the sassmouthing 11 year old "dude" of the family. He struggles to keep
his dimwitted family abreast of the sports world (NFL, NBA, MLB, what?) and has yet
to meet a sport he hasn't dominated at recess. He is currently fending off college
football coaches, citing his urge to focus on 5th grade. Non-Packer fans, beware
the wrath/sass of Lucass.
and to round out this blog post (goodness gracious I feel pompous saying that), here is a song I've been enjoying lately for its incorrigible peppiness.
The best part is at the very end... My guess is they missed the boat, but I just appreciate the goofiness of it all.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IX2pxtkhx-M
Love, (I gotta get a GossipGirl style exit strategy... you think you love me?)
Marf
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