Saturday, March 26, 2011

RIP My Business Model

Obituary: My business model passed away in its sleep Monday night. It was 2 yrs old. A memorial vigil begins tonight on Twitter at 8 pm.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

The Jabberbloggie

The Jabberbloggie

by Bruce Denby

Was blogging, and my slippery prose
Did tire and jumble on the page
All clumsy were the borrowed quotes,
And the dumb facts outlayed

Beware the Jabberblog, my son
The saws that grate, the phrase that's flat
Beware the Subjunc't verb and shun
The ruinous WeHearThat...

I in my purple cords did stand
Long time a Mand'rin hole I sought
Then nestled me at the Subgum Tree,
And ate awhile and thought

And as in forkish thought I set
The Jabberblog, with updates lame
Came crawling off the Internet,
And twittered as it came!

One, two! One, two! And Kung-Fu you!
My purple cords went swicker-swack!
I left it dead, and in my head
I ran triumphal back

And have I slain the Jabberblog?
That and ten cents, my beamish boy!
You said it first? Who you? No way!
I posted in my joy.

Was blogging, and my slippery prose
Did tire and jumble on the page
All clumsy were the borrowed quotes,
And the dumb facts outlayed

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Down the drain....

Ralph took aim and transformed last night's pearls of wisdom into whirls of pissdom.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Tweet of the day...

Nobody else noticed it but I like it:

"Was blogging & my slippery prose did tire & jumble on the page/All clumsy were the borrowed quotes & the dumb facts outlayed"

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Ever happen to you?

'Twas boglig, and the slithery toad did grab and tangle in a tie/ All twistly were his BVD's, till he had it outfly.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Today's aphasic analogy....

Baseball cards are like catalytic converters for the deaf.

Open a window!!

To air is hunan, to ventilate, szechuan.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Carpe diem

Well they call it gloria mundi/ But sic transit's just as blue/ Ars longa/ And vita brevis too/ Well the tempus fugit Friday/ Gaudeamus Saturday/ Morning Sunday glory, in excelsis deo

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Now *that's* amore!!

When the moon turns the sky thru an angle of pi it's tomorrow/When your consciousness pools like a pasta fazool you're awake

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Cellophane cellphones

Cellophane cellphones of yellow and green/Flowering over your head/Look for the earl with a gun in her thighs and she's gone