April 23rd, 2004

A Pocket Full of Murder

O_o and GIP!

Somehow -- and I only just discovered this -- my friends list Default View got messed up and only half of my actual flist was on it. Which means that for the past week, while I've been wondering at how quiet people were, I have been missing tons of your posts. And all of my syndicated feeds.

I have fixed the problem, but now I have a whole LOT of reading to do...

On a more cheerful note, I found this icon with all the others at the Fandom Escapist Election, and I just had to use it, because Zot!? Love. I'm sorry I can't credit whoever made it, since the site just gives a big long list of all the people who contributed icons and doesn't identify which person goes with which icon. But whoever you are, you have impeccable taste. Thank you!
A Pocket Full of Murder

Writhe that sinistral pedestal, baby!

Gacked from lilypiper, who received it in e-mail. It was just too brilliant not to share:

Shakespearean Style

O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke.
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from heaven's yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke -- banish now thy doubt
Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about.

All I can say is -- HEE!!!

ETA: Thanks to ambyr, who informed me of the correct author and source of this poem: Jeff Brechlin, who wrote it as the winning entry in a weekly Washington Post contest in 2003.