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One last entry for the day

this is the transcript of an instant messaging conversation between my wife and me from tonight:
patrick: go sleep, sweetie
patrick: don’t stay awake on my account
patrick: because when you wake up
patrick: I’ll be one day closer to home
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Patrick Ferguson: sweetie
Patrick Ferguson: you are either starting a chainsaw
Patrick Ferguson: or you have fallen […]

Accidental Poetry entry number…. whatever…

There’s an ongoing topic on a bulletin board at the Electrical Studios site.  The topic is “Little Details from Your Day.”  I only started reading it an hour ago, and this jumped out at me instantly.
I got home about midnight and parked my car down the block. Just in front of where I parked is […]

Conversation with a British Person today

Transcript of an instant messaging conversation today:
Patrick: god, people and their ringtones!
Patrick: someone’s phone is out there playing one of the songs from an American Idol winner
Patrick: and instead of answering it, she’s singing along!!!!
Patrick: and your country doesn’t allow firearms!
vick: Technically, we don’t really allow American Idol either.
vick: meeting - back later

a brief translation:

“Are you a Bill Clinton Democrat or an Al Sharpton Democrat?”
translation:
“Are you a nigger-lover or aren’t you?”
Seems pretty plain to me. Feel free to correct me if I am wrong…

funny IM catch of the day

dk: fuck
dk: This girl I am talking to is comparing an Episode of Buffy to God’s love.
Patrick: eject! eject! eject! eject!

Found Magazine can eat your day

This is my favorite find of today.

Adventures in unintentional poetry, example #27

This came through the For Sale listserve this morning:
“Looking for a baby gate to confine my aging dog.”

Accidental Poetry

I love the way that Instant Messaging sometimes creates accidental poetry. For example, an IM conversation between eponymous and me from earlier today:
12:10 PM

eponymous: lunch plans?
patrick: hang on… beating my head against a wall just now
eponymous: so…the usual?
Then, there’s this scrap of Mrs. Dog telling me about a dream she had last night (I […]

accidental poem #3

My brother IMed me this earlier:
okay
I gotta move it
Before I end up strung out on information
with an empty stomach and nothing accomplished
stumbling into the radio station
like animated papier-mache
Cheers

Donald Rumsfeld- Modern Poet

I bet you had no idea that guy was so well rounded- Here are some excerpts from briefings given at the Department of Defense. I wish that I had noticed the Post Modern genius of Mr. Rumsfeld first, but I can’t take credit for it- Slate Magazine carried this first. Seriously, as […]