Little Google Fiber or, Quick! Get Up and Put Some Clothes On!

Tomorrow we end our relationship with Google Fiber. At the end of two years of excellent connectivity, I repost the verse I wrote to celebrate the beginning. With apologies to James Whitcomb Riley             Little Google Fiber's come to our house today, To scramble through the attic and drag cables … Continue reading Little Google Fiber or, Quick! Get Up and Put Some Clothes On!

Day J: Jammies, or, Quick! Get Up and Put Some Clothes On! #AtoZChallenge

            ***** With apologies to James Whitcomb Riley           Little Google Fiber's come to our house today, To scramble through the attic and drag cables on the way, And cut some boards and drill some holes and stuff some cables that Will link up with some … Continue reading Day J: Jammies, or, Quick! Get Up and Put Some Clothes On! #AtoZChallenge

Little Google Fiber or, Quick! Get Up and Put Some Clothes On!

With apologies to James Whitcomb Riley             Little Google Fiber's come to our house today, To scramble through the attic and drag cables on the way, And cut some boards and drill some holes and stuff some cables that Will link up with some other stuff beside the thermostat; But … Continue reading Little Google Fiber or, Quick! Get Up and Put Some Clothes On!

William Bit Me

William bit me at the vet, Didn't like the aide's assistance, Used his claws and fangs to set On the path of most resistance. Say I'm teary, say I'm mad, Say that pills and needles hit me, Say my arm's inflamed, and add, William bit me.   *** Jane Carlyle, wife of philosopher Thomas Carlyle, … Continue reading William Bit Me

Eye of Tot and Toe of Tad…

Two witches stand over a boiling cauldron, one stirring, the other sampling the brew from a spoon. And the stirrer says to the sipper, "I only use local children." If Shakespeare had been a locavore, he might have written this. Or not.   Eye of tot, and toe of tad, Lambkin's hair, and lip of lad, Nipper's nose, … Continue reading Eye of Tot and Toe of Tad…

The Maven

Once upon a time, a few days before Halloween, my friend EM called and said, "There are thirteen men under my house. They're leveling it. For the second time in five years." She then asked whether David and I would go with her and her husband to see the Edgar Allan Poe exhibit at the … Continue reading The Maven

John Brown’s Intestacy, or Singing the Texas Probate Code

On Old Olympus' Towering Tops A Finn and German Viewed Some Hops. Some Say Marry Money But My Brother Says Bad Business, My My. I learned the above mnemonics in a human anatomy and physiology class about a thousand years ago. The first relates to the names of the cranial nerves, in order. The second … Continue reading John Brown’s Intestacy, or Singing the Texas Probate Code