Saturday, July 26, 2008
Thanks to the miracles of high tech, such wordsmithery wizardry can be easily applied on a global scale. And with a unique, one of a kind, personal touch.
Pen Me A Poem is Brit Cat Beaman's literary site that allows poetry and prose to be commissioned for any occasion - for loved ones - THE loved one (and frienemies and enemies too).
"If you are looking for a unique personalised poem for a friend or loved
one, then you have arrived at the right place. The work I create for you will be built from scratch and will not be found anywhere else.
At all times during the process of drafting your piece, I will be in contact with you via email from where you can be in the front seat regarding the
direction in which your order progresses. "
This is significant. In a millennium of Hallmarx, Shoeboxes and mass produced cards, sentiments and emotions printed by robots en masse, tend to lose much of the moment - the meaning - that truly makes events and people especial, endearing and essential.
For custom, commissioned works of art in word - Pen Me A Poem is designer class.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
I still visit webisites, make a comment or two and whatever, but there's no there there. So this is my official notice to all that I'm done.
At least until the neighbors move or whatever. If the situation at the new place becomes the same as the old one (bored, lonely, etc.) then I'll be back with a vengence (heh).
I'll keep the blog here of course (got my links) and still visit; but except for occasional posts about something or other; consider me finito.
The co-bloggers can of course post (not that many do; except Court of course) but you shouldn't expect anything (much) from me for a good bit.
Monday, July 21, 2008
The poor little guy starts crying.
'Come on, man. I was just giving you a hard time,' the biker says. 'I didn't think you'd CRY. I can't stand to see a man crying.'
'This is the worst day of my life,' says the little guy between sobs. 'I can't do anything right. I overslept and was late to an important meeting, so my boss fired me. When I went to the parking lot, I found my car was stolen and I don't have any insurance. I left my wallet in the cab I took home. I found my wife in bed with the gardener and my dog bit me. So I came to this bar trying to work up the courage to put an end to my life, and then you show up and drink the damn poison.'