Monday, March 30, 2015
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Lá Fhéile Pádraig Sona Daoibh
| There she is, the Irish coast. |
Some Guinness was spilled on the barroom floor
when the pub was shut for the night.
Out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse
and stood in the pale moonlight.
He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor,
then back on his haunches he sat.
And all night long you could hear him roar,
'Bring on the goddam cat!'*
*drinking song called (mostly) The Drunken Mouse with various authors sited.
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Saturday, January 24, 2015
We Are The World
We are not alone.
Seriously.
Whether it be your quirks or passion, on the
Internet, there is someone for everyone.
The 2nd Act of my current script takes place at an Sci-Fi - Fantasy
Convention.
Besides being able to excavate a lifetime's exposure to science
fiction* --
*How many
Dr Who jokes do I know? Quite a few, it turns out.
-- research has sent me googling the oddest stuff.
Found forums dedicated to preserving the Klingon language.
More power to them.
But I was surprised when an answer bounced back from the ether.
Which goes to show, reach out, someone will reach back.
Decide for yourself if hiding under the bed is an
appropriate response.
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