Screw Political Ads
Let’s just say that I’m not very happy about receiving a political ad as a text message this morning, and from nobody that I know, waking me up after a really rough night of not very much sleep. I don’t find value in it. Even if I agree, I’m turned off by that form of intrusive advertising.
On a much brighter note, the Egg Nog Latte at the neighborhood coffee shoppe is quite delicious! Also, the music is splendid and uplifting. Just think, I could have slept right through this great morning. Thank you, stupid political ad.
a rambling blast
I’m not saying anything right now, because I have nothing nice to say.
maybe a rainbow is in store for tomorrow
This is the weather picture in the forecast. Sun and rain… rainbow forecast?
And, this is the SingleRainbow spoof I made while out in the North Cascades last week.
Enjoy!
The No-Fail Way to Make Me Roll My Eyes
The guy at the bar who's drunk and keeps getting louder as his story goes on — and on, and he actually thinks the girl next to him who is waiting for a friend to show up and is incessantly texting said friend to hurry up — is really interested in him, and some how the things he has and things he's done are better than everyone else's… yeah, that guy.
Last Night’s Rap
I’m sad to learn of the passing of a young NBA star.
My ache is not so near, but remote empathy from afar.
You wish you had the life, the dream the skillz.
You ain’t genuine. No, copycat, you are for your thrills.
Sometimes I speak in dialect.
I flow and rhyme and hit it, the inside man — the deep, the introspect.
Sometime I joke and riddle.
Sometime I interrupt, yeah right in the middle.
My inner thought.
The contemplative, deep rhythm is caught.
Don’t challenge me if it’s for your gain.
I keep it real. This is no refrain.
I listen, not just hear.
I smell the emotion waft in fear.
I call it MegaDrivel. That’s my schtick.
You stick around, they’ll take this read and make a flick.
I call it MegaDrivel… Now you know.
