Edit 3/5/2013
This is bullshit: having to delete posts and leaving only links. What if some people are too lazy to click on links? Agh!
Link to Kansas State University webpage that hosts the retelling
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
What's Next
What's next often frightens us all. No. I take that back. Let me reword that more appropriately. The fear of the unknown will always, no matter who you are, bring you down to your knees with a deafening thud. It comes with a horrible sense of uncertainty.
It can make the strongest man cry like a baby. It can make the smartest man in the world look brain dead. Nobody really knows what's next. They know something new approaches but never exactly too sure as to what that something is. The first thing to has been to attack, never to understand.
Don't fear what's next. Just go forward. Like Bond in Casino Royale during the free-running scene. Drywall can't stop Bond! He can pull a long nail out of his shoulder and still kick ass! And bring down an entire building!
Don't fear what's next. Make it fear you.
As FDR said: We have nothing to fear but fear itself. Or more accurately: "...the only thing we have to fear is fear itself."
and you can read his speech here.
It can make the strongest man cry like a baby. It can make the smartest man in the world look brain dead. Nobody really knows what's next. They know something new approaches but never exactly too sure as to what that something is. The first thing to has been to attack, never to understand.
Don't fear what's next. Just go forward. Like Bond in Casino Royale during the free-running scene. Drywall can't stop Bond! He can pull a long nail out of his shoulder and still kick ass! And bring down an entire building!
Don't fear what's next. Make it fear you.
As FDR said: We have nothing to fear but fear itself. Or more accurately: "...the only thing we have to fear is fear itself."
and you can read his speech here.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Sickly Sonnet for the Sick
This sonnet took up too much time to write.
It doesn't help that I am sick and ill.
Drowned in water and OJ. What a sight!
"Being sick" is not synonymous with "thrill".
No meter, rhyme, or structure is found here.
Coughing is not a type of poetry.
Sneezing in crowds creates panic and fear.
"Under the weather?" Not my cup of tea.
Symphony of sickness, coughs, and sneezes
Drinking water, faulty immune system.
Oh, how I hate crawling with diseases.
Is this a defeated scrawny kingdom?
No. Here comes a wave of warm chicken soup
and another torrent of orange juice.
It doesn't help that I am sick and ill.
Drowned in water and OJ. What a sight!
"Being sick" is not synonymous with "thrill".
No meter, rhyme, or structure is found here.
Coughing is not a type of poetry.
Sneezing in crowds creates panic and fear.
"Under the weather?" Not my cup of tea.
Symphony of sickness, coughs, and sneezes
Drinking water, faulty immune system.
Oh, how I hate crawling with diseases.
Is this a defeated scrawny kingdom?
No. Here comes a wave of warm chicken soup
and another torrent of orange juice.
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