The Book
In a corner, well away
From the other tomes of Gray
Sat a book of color, rust
Idle,
Unread,
Just drawing dust.
From whence it came, I do not know
Nor even when, but even so
Long it seemed best left unread.
About it hung a darkmost dread-
As hand drew near, long shadows loomed
Just once I touched- and thunder boomed
As if below. The ground did shake!
As wisdom bade, I could but make
A swift and sudden (while bold) retreat
Knocking o'er my solid seat
Only 'cause it was hard to see:
My exit was sheer bravery!
It's been some years since that day
From that corner, I keep well away.
But now the book will no longer rest
Ignored in its forsaken nest...
Now when I reach upon a shelf
I must take care! I watch myself!
For any book I chance to reach
No matter which, but all and each
This one dark book leaps close to hand
As if to make its own demand:
Turn back my cover, turn down your glance
And know full well you have no chance
But to do this thing I seek:
You must read, and you must speak
For months I've fought. No book I've read
Lest I touch that volume dread
But I know when I am but beat
And must admit a true defeat:
The book it hounds me near and far-
I see it on my Quicklaunch bar!
So grim or ghastly may be my fate,
But my course I'll not debate-
Time to click, and do the deed
And I shall speak of what I read...
In a corner, well away
From the other tomes of Gray
Sat a book of color, rust
Idle,
Unread,
Just drawing dust.
From whence it came, I do not know
Nor even when, but even so
Long it seemed best left unread.
About it hung a darkmost dread-
As hand drew near, long shadows loomed
Just once I touched- and thunder boomed
As if below. The ground did shake!
As wisdom bade, I could but make
A swift and sudden (while bold) retreat
Knocking o'er my solid seat
Only 'cause it was hard to see:
My exit was sheer bravery!
It's been some years since that day
From that corner, I keep well away.
But now the book will no longer rest
Ignored in its forsaken nest...
Now when I reach upon a shelf
I must take care! I watch myself!
For any book I chance to reach
No matter which, but all and each
This one dark book leaps close to hand
As if to make its own demand:
Turn back my cover, turn down your glance
And know full well you have no chance
But to do this thing I seek:
You must read, and you must speak
For months I've fought. No book I've read
Lest I touch that volume dread
But I know when I am but beat
And must admit a true defeat:
The book it hounds me near and far-
I see it on my Quicklaunch bar!
So grim or ghastly may be my fate,
But my course I'll not debate-
Time to click, and do the deed
And I shall speak of what I read...
My Life in the Last Few Months, in Ten or Fewer Items
- In July and August, I worked the equivalent of three months over the course of two.
- In August, going in to work one Sunday morning, I saved a turtle on the highway. This was the high point of the month.
- Other than work, my life has involved a lot of blood in small amounts- I've been doing blood glucose curves for Fearless lately. He's been good about that, mostly.
- It's also involved a lot of water, since I've been bathing Baby lately (it's helping her with some skin issues). She has not been so good about this- so this has also involved some blood. All mine.
- Lately, I've been able to take some time off. It all seems to get spent in naps or vet trips.
- I've been watching Grimm and Once Upon a Time, and enjoying both. I'm also waiting on Burn Notice to start back up again.
- I now fast four days a week (two separate two-day fasts). It seems to suit me. I really only start to notice on the evening of the second day.
And that's all the news from Lake Graybegone...
You had something to hide
Should have hidden it, shouldn't you
Now you're not satisfied
With what you're being put through
It's just time to pay the price
For not listening to advice
And deciding in your youth
On the policy of truth
Things could be so different now
It used to be so civilized
You will always wonder how
It could have been if you'd only lied
It's too late to change events
It's time to face the consequence
For delivering the proof
In the policy of truth
Never again
Is what you swore
The time before
Never again
Is what you swore
The time before
Now you're standing there tongue tied
You'd better learn your lesson well
Hide what you have to hide
And tell what you have to tell
You'll see your problems multiplied
If you continually decide
To faithfully pursue
The policy of truth
Never again
Is what you swore
The time before
-Depeche Mode
Policy Of Truth
Should have hidden it, shouldn't you
Now you're not satisfied
With what you're being put through
It's just time to pay the price
For not listening to advice
And deciding in your youth
On the policy of truth
Things could be so different now
It used to be so civilized
You will always wonder how
It could have been if you'd only lied
It's too late to change events
It's time to face the consequence
For delivering the proof
In the policy of truth
Never again
Is what you swore
The time before
Never again
Is what you swore
The time before
Now you're standing there tongue tied
You'd better learn your lesson well
Hide what you have to hide
And tell what you have to tell
You'll see your problems multiplied
If you continually decide
To faithfully pursue
The policy of truth
Never again
Is what you swore
The time before
-Depeche Mode
Policy Of Truth
It's early in the morning
I woke right up at three
I'm not sure what I'm doing
So I think I'll have some tea
With some lemon
and some sugar
I'm awake
Dressing with my eyes shut
Might put on my pants
These new socks are slipp'ry
Do that Tom Cruise dance!
That's on purpose
I'm not falling
I'm awake
Oh can't go back to sleep
I've appointments to keep
Snooze me, shake me, bug me, wake me
I don't know how I got here
It seems that I'm at work
Sitting in a meeting
Just woke up with a jerk.
Did they see me?
And just where's my coffee?
...wake!
mmmhrm I'm allright
It was not a good night
Snooze me, shake me, bug me, wake me
They think that I am list'ng
Taking such good notes
But all that I can manage
Is Monty Python quotes
Least I have consciousness
And I'm not drooling much
I'm awake
For now...
Now it's time I can quit
I'll just sit here a bit...
Snooze me, shake me, bug me, wake me
I woke right up at three
I'm not sure what I'm doing
So I think I'll have some tea
With some lemon
and some sugar
I'm awake
Dressing with my eyes shut
Might put on my pants
These new socks are slipp'ry
Do that Tom Cruise dance!
That's on purpose
I'm not falling
I'm awake
Oh can't go back to sleep
I've appointments to keep
Snooze me, shake me, bug me, wake me
I don't know how I got here
It seems that I'm at work
Sitting in a meeting
Just woke up with a jerk.
Did they see me?
And just where's my coffee?
...wake!
mmmhrm I'm allright
It was not a good night
Snooze me, shake me, bug me, wake me
They think that I am list'ng
Taking such good notes
But all that I can manage
Is Monty Python quotes
Least I have consciousness
And I'm not drooling much
I'm awake
For now...
Now it's time I can quit
I'll just sit here a bit...
Snooze me, shake me, bug me, wake me
With uncertainty there is a distance
From that path of least resistance
That would leave us but to wait
On the dictates of our fate
We do not know- and this is good.
We may do simply as we would.
From that path of least resistance
That would leave us but to wait
On the dictates of our fate
We do not know- and this is good.
We may do simply as we would.
So this weekend I was awake for a full 25-something hours. Hence the last post.
No, I'm not a magician. I do sometimes explain my tricks, even when they are phenomenally boring ones.
Moral of the story: sleep is not overrated. Unless you are rating it too highly. In which case you've just made me waste a moral.
I hope you're proud of yourself.

PS: Man. George Jefferson. Well, guess you're moving on up. RIP, dude. I'll miss you.
No, I'm not a magician. I do sometimes explain my tricks, even when they are phenomenally boring ones.
Moral of the story: sleep is not overrated. Unless you are rating it too highly. In which case you've just made me waste a moral.
I hope you're proud of yourself.
PS: Man. George Jefferson. Well, guess you're moving on up. RIP, dude. I'll miss you.
24 hours of weird off the wall
24 hours of weird
Stay up one more
(than 24)
25 hours of weird off the wall...
24 hours of weird
Stay up one more
(than 24)
25 hours of weird off the wall...

