wisdom and pretty pictures

The other day while driving around, I took a deep breath. 

Hark!  What is that?  Is there something juicy blocking my full breathing capabilities?  I must investigate this further!

Ummmm!  Salty treasure!  But I just had breakfast.  I have no room for this little gem.  If I try to save it somewhere, it will only dry out.

What to do...what to do...

I might as well flick it out the window.  Damn thing won't come off.  Don't you just hate when they are super-gooey?  Shake my hand some more.  Got it.

My ear itches.  What could be causing that?  I must investigate this further!





My votes are up for Marvin, because he rocks!

Down for puppy, because he sucks!

My Submission

Unabashedly lifted from Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Another post, another post,
    another post onward,
All in the valley of MortalBlog
    wrote the nine bloggers.
"Forward, the Mortal Brigade!"
    "Write for the votes!" he said:
Into the valley of the MortalBlog
    Wrote the nine bloggers.


"Forward, the Mortal Brigade!"
    Was there a blogger dismay'd?
Not tho' the blogger knew
    YourMom had suffer'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of MortalBlog
    Wrote the nine bloggers.


Down votes to right of them
Down votes to left of them
Down votes in front of them
    Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with rude comments,
Boldly they wrote and some well,
Ito the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell,
    Wrote the nine bloggers.

Flash'd all their stories bare,
Flash'd as they spun the air,
Ripping on other bloggers there,
Charging the others, while
    All the STLers wonder'd:
Plunged in the laptops smoke
Right through good taste they broke;
El Gecko and Toad
Reel'd from the keyboard stroke
    Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they wrote on, but not
    Not the nine bloggers.

Down votes to right of them,
Down votes to left of them,
Down votes behind them
    Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with rude comments,
While Puppy and Freddie fell,
They that had fought more well
Came thro'the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
    Left of nine bloggers.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild posts they made!
All the STLers wondered.
Honor the try they made,
Honor the Mortal Brigade,
Noble nine bloggers.

Original taken from
Copied from Poems of Alfred Tennyson,
J. E. Tilton and Company, Boston, 1870