In honour of St Patrick’s Day, my #100daysof contribution for today is a limerick: I’m not wearing green, don’t lynch me. Comprehending my motive’s a cinch see: Forgetful I’m not. It just would be hot. If someone would reach out and pinch me. Ok, you drunk/green/poetic/silly people! LET’S HEAR YOURS!
…’cause yeah, I don’t have enough going on. But this will be good for me. I’m a big fan of 100 day projects, mostly from some half-remembered science that shows that is how long it takes to re-map your neurons, to really make a change stick. When I started a 100 day project online a … More 100 days of …creativity
After finally curing myself of my compulsion to argue with reality (pausing while ya’ll laugh your asses off at that…) I have discovered I’ve just transferred this habit to arguing with people about whether or not THEY are arguing with reality. …yes, I know what that sounds like when I say it out loud, but … More lookit the monkey driving the bus!
So, I kinda snapped the other day and tweeted what turned out to be a rather erotic poem of longing for the bananas I was impatient to see ripen. This cracked me up enough, I figured there were probably lots of other erotic love poems to fruit could be written, so take this as a … More Sohbet – Fruit Erotica
So, I thought I’d take a moment to consolidate the Love of the Living Dead serial that was spread out in bits and pieces over about 30 days of my 100 days project. Here’s where it begins: Day 50 – Zombie Love. and I’ll add links to the following instalments at the end of each … More Zombie Love