The Shattered Prayer

Klaudius over at Klaudius.org picked up the Google Haiku I wrote, which were largely ignored… no, wait, make that wholly ignored (my Mercury Hymn was only largely ignored), by the Shattered Prayerians. Thanks Klaudius, for showing such fine taste in Haiku, and I apologise from the bottom of my heart for butchering such an intricate art of wordsmithing.

Last night I dreamed I went home. Home? you ask. Yes, well, I have no idea where it is either. In my dreams I guess. It felt warm and comfortable and welcoming. It was humble, but it was a roof. There were neighbors, and cats, and trees.

Another nightmare. Got up to pee last night (not on a Mercedes, as if there’s such a thing in this neighborhood), and to have a midnight snack. Don was in the kitchen. In his underwear. So much for my appetite.

I suppose recent nudity discussions have made the point.

Last night I dreamed I was walking through a mall in a bright pink dress, carrying a six-pack of Budweiser. I’m serious! Is that like my worst nightmare or what? Bad beer, bad clothes… a mall!

Shudder.

I figure the dream arose from the image placed in my subconscious by R the P’s comment about me drinking pink beer.

Its kicks off this Friday with a ribbon-cutting ceremony, the torment of endangered animals (trained Bengal tigers. They’re tigers! They want to hunt, maim, eat and fuck. They don’t want to ‘romp playfully’ for the entertainment of a gathering of hicks and their inbred children), a Gospel concert (who’d a thunk it?) and an Elvis impersonator.

LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): Activists in the Pacific
Northwest have sometimes resorted to extreme measures in their efforts
to end the clear-cutting of old-growth forests. Among the most creative
has been a woman named Dona Nieto, also known as La Tigresa. She has on
occasion planted herself half-naked in front of marauding lumberjacks
bearing chainsaws and bulldozers, stopping them in their tracks with
the sight of her bare breasts and regaling them with her
“Goddess-based, nude Buddhist guerrilla poetry.” She’s your role model,
Libra.

Last time on Into the Blender, we made an allergy, retrograde and bad work-place shake.

Today I’m putting ’springing forward’ into the blender as the first ingedient. Doing it once a year is bad enough, but whose dumb idea was it to do it early this year?

On Gmail Chat:

Infernal green dot
Old friends never say hello
but remain silent

All of those damn dots
turn green, but I’m too busy
so mine turns to red

On Google Calendar:

Roman holidays
crowd the Mercury transits;
Who’s birthday is it?

On Gmail:

Delete my spam mail
A little more often please;
Goodbye Four-One-Nines

On Adsense:

Watching the numbers;
yesterday I almost made
A good third-world wage.

On Google Search:

My site’s in 8th place
just behind the cartoon porn;
Mmmm… looks int’resting

Google’s now a verb -
it’s in the dictionary;
no more a trademark

- by Che