Two

What I really need
is quiet. Sun. Space. Not you.
Fate makes us neighbors.

One

Can I write just one
three-line summary of life
each and every day?

This needs to evolve.
The hassle of logging into Blogger, etc.,
is enough of a deterent,
that nothing I have to say
really merits the bother.
I have a satisfying outlet at Invisible City,
so perhaps I will move bits of this there,
and focus on cultivating that space.
Still thinking about a haiku-a-day, though.

On the Monty Python album,
the setup for Eric-the-half-bee
and the song itself are separate tracks.
Our iTunes library is on shuffle.
"Take it away, Eric The Orchestra Leader:"
"It's all about the Pentiums, baby!"
Irrefutable proof
that we are hopeless geeks.

The bug on the inside of my windshield
must be thinking,
"I'm the fastest bug in the world!"

Husband: I was thinking about that Galaga card game...
Me: What, the guy with the hammer?
Husband: Hunh? No, not Galager. Ga-la-GA.
Me: Oh. I like mine better.

It's time for another Good Idea / Bad Idea.
Good Idea: (ka-click)
Taking the Sherbie on a date.
Bad Idea: (ka-click)
Pelting the Sherbie with dates.

I did it!
I got my 183 picture
added to the In Numerical Order pool.
*Ahhhh*
I feel like I have my brain back.

We're home!
Pictures of Pennsylvania

So I, uh,
did something
this weekend.