Meanwhile, On The Side Of The Highway...

Meanwhile, on the side of the highway...

This was written for a friend on her 21st birthday, but was not presented to her as she most likely would have found it disturbing (particularly, after several margaritas).

Tomorrow as morning comes round

You'll find you're asleep on the ground.

With one fuzzy glance,

You'll note lack of pants,

And how piles of bodies abound.

Loki: trickster god of the Norse

Fell head over heels for a horse,

Turned into a mare,

Had quite an affair,

And gave birth an eight-legged foal, of course.

(Photo source: jen-and-kris)

When simply crossing your legs isn't enough

A germaphobe from Cedar Falls

Detested those little blue stalls.

Refusing to poo

In the portable loo,

He exploded and coated the walls.

I had the pleasure of reading Dandelion Wine while sitting in a tree in a quiet corner of a national park. It was utterly beautiful.

Ray Bradbury (1920-2012)

“If you dream the proper dreams, and share the myths with people, they will want to grow up to be like you.”

I had a funny encounter with this particular bit of subway behavior a few years ago.

I had been tie-dying with friends in central park the morning of the fateful encounter. Normally, when tie-dying, one wears gloves to prevent the dye from staining one's hands. Unfortunately for me, the people who organized the get-together failed to plan accordingly and we didn't have nearly enough gloves to go around. Being an art student and accustomed to getting dirty, I gave my gloves to someone else. By the time we were done dying and cleaning up, my hands were thoroughly purple. I didn't think much of it until I was on the subway going home. It was early rush hour and the car was full but not overly cramped. Failing to find a seat, I held onto the pole (in accordance with above regulations). As the subway jerked to a start, I took out a book and began to read. When the train came to a stop, I looked around to see where we were. While I did this, I happened to notice my very purple hand, holding on to the subway pole, but no other hands nearby. Apparently, while I wasn't looking all the other hands had migrated far away from mine. Maybe they were afraid the purple was contagious.

Subway Pole Etiquette

Was talking about limericks with a friend and remembered this gem. This is why I love Zero Punctuation videos, Yahtzee is a genius XD