To fair L.A. the herald now commutes
And to the Simon Castle he imputes
A muse of fire in the Sage above the pool
That he too shall play our Omlet for the fool.
Lo, shall it be so? Methinks my vision shines!
To where Bold Belmont to his hobbyhorse repairs
To spin a scene upon our frosty aires,
And that good Pundit, time honored Tennessean,
Of his favor doth across the brindled sphere of blogs
The brazen call of trumpets far rebounding sound
To war, to horse, to breach, to brunch,
And finish off our Omlet before lunch.
…continued (or rather begun) here, where its author can be found (not Marlowe)… more soothing here…
Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose that you resolved to effect,
and get thee to thine Omlet!
Hey! I posted a link to Prince Omlet a couple of threads down!
A girl can get no recognition these days, even while posting in a cocktail dress (grumble, grumble).
We’ll remember what feats you did these days.
Your names shall be familiar in our mouths as household words–
Vanderleun, Belmont, Simon, and Insta-man,
Hewitt, and Powerline, and Captain Ed–
And Sixty Minutes shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of its run,
But you with it shall be remembered–
You few, you happy few, you band of bloggers;
For he today that shares his superscript with you
Shall be your brother.
And other gentlemen and ladies now abed–
Yea, pajama-clad, each unto his way–
Shall think themselves bless’d that they were here
And shared their fonts and held their learning dear
And blogged with you upon the Sixty Minutes Fray.
Brava, Wenda!
What Katherine said! I would take a crack at it, but haiku works MUCH better for me!
Poor Dan: death by fact
unearthed by pajama-clad
heroes of the blogs
Extreme Kudos to Wenda! (and honorable mention to RogerA)
OT and not poetic but y’all might enjoy this but you’ll have to Push the Red Button
Knuck–that’s hilarious! Thanks
Wenda:
I wish I could do that.
Knuck,
Dissident Frogman is an a wicked, wicked man….and the one and only Frenchman I love
RogerA – that is a good haiku!
Hey, I just arrived; is this the headquarters for the Pajama Revolution?
Ah, I love the sound of rebel poetry, the smell of fall breezes, a hint of gunpowder in the air…
….oh, that’s my circuitboard.
Seriously, I can’t tell you what a pleasure it is to be able to read here during what I think will be remembered as a marking point for huge changes. Can’t always get in to comment (local blockage), but this is a fine, fine time.
Come visit and leave comments; I’m the only conservative in China (not really, but ..you know).
Sam
Wenda: I do hope we see you posting here often–either in Shakespearean form, your former jouralisitic form, or whatever!
Katherine: thank you. I understand that the real Japanese haiku is also visual and great importance is ascribed to how the ideographs match at the end of each line–clearly not suited for a phonetic language such as English.
I am not sure about the Pajamas, Sam.
It seems that the general fashion trend around here runs toward formal, with the exception of that fellow from Ohio who claims to wear feather boas and 13-inch stilettos and calls himself Accountant.
Oh, my. This revolution may be too radical for me, then. I was hoping to pass in my boxers.
Heels make my calves look way too lumpy!
Sam_S,
Then just wear chiffon lounge pants to soften the whole look. Kinda gives the male version of the I Dream of Genie look to things, but you gotta go with a leather vest or shoulder holster, or topless ’cause the chiffon top doesn’t look quite right unless, of course, you smoked way too much reefer at way too young an age and actually have something to, ummm…, lift and seperate if you get my drift.