The plow-blade lane's not quite the same
As where I'd drive when roads are sane,
But snowfall hides the road today
And so I look for asphalt grey
Whereon to wriggle 'round the turns
As hatchbacks wait like snakes in urns
To pop out from behind snowdrifts,
While minivans who drive like gits
In rain or shine, hail, sleet, or snow,
Beside me, left and right, they go,
Only to stop for semi-trucks
That waddle through the turns like ducks
(Dromornithids,
that feast on men)
Then, going, let me go again,
Until my car and I regain
Our home along the plow-blade lane.
Fog across the road at noon?
No! It's snow!
Q: If a left-handed person plays guitar right-handed for several years,
and then switches over to play left-handed, will his right hand be able to take
advantage of the left hand's skill at fretting?
A: No. It will flop around like a handful of eel sushi.
Welcome to the new site! It's mostly the same as the old site, except that now the pages on the
parent site have been merged
into the blog. I had high hopes for putting in previous/next links and a better archive system,
but it turns out that there are no end of things I'd rather do than hack better navigation links into
Bloxsom's static mode. If I start posting a lot, I'll just switch to a more capable blog platform.
Also: contrary to previous posts in this series, hot pots will
destroy themselves if you let the
water boil off. They just don't explode.
UPDATE 2008-NOV-17: I haven't started posting a lot.
Well, it's nice to finally get some attention, I guess.
I wish the authors had done a bit of research first.
A day's thaw
only the torsos of snowmen remain
Last week, my coat first felt the air
Today I want long underwear.