I would like to apologize for my recent neglect. I know, it’s hardly a new thing for me to randomly retreat and vanish for days or weeks on end — it’s become a habit of mine, and I don’t just mean with blogging. In this case, though, the cause was an external one, and I can therefore apologize without being a total hypocrite. I will not promise the sudden and inexplicable turning over of a new leaf, lest my previous point be proven moot; but I do hope to catch up with you all.

Anniversary the Third

Apparently, today (technically yesterday now — sorry) was my blog’s third anniversary. I had meant to begin blogging on my birthday (later in the month), a sort of coming of age present to myself; but, metaphorically speaking, the temperature of my feet began to drop, and I decided it’d be best to just jump in before I completely lost my nerve. I’m very glad I did so.

Though I haven’t exactly been on top of things lately, I appreciate this community a great deal, and everyone who’s decided to join me here, recently and in the past. I wish I could return half so much of your cleverness, kindness, and attention. But I’m afraid I must again caution that my attentions have external reasons to be diverted, and I may (assuming that’s even possible) be even more scarce than I’ve been. Sorry in advance!

The #1 Most Inconvenient Thing In the World

Shall I call down Death from on his throne,
An abdication to declare?
For his lordship over worst of woes
Has a challenger!
Often it’s been whispered
That there’s a thing that’s worse than Death;
And it’s this very thing that’s snickered
As I’ve cursed under my breath!
It’s a nuisance I can scarce compare…
(Do tell if you’ve a metaphor to lend!)
And I call myself a poetry connoisseur —
But no, meter is not my friend!


Sorry for being absent these last few days. Had some things on my mind… Still do. But let’s see if we can work poetry into it, eh? Just don’t expect perfect meter. I’ve never been able to fully wrap my mind around that…

Another Lost Soul

I don’t want to be the angry one;
I don’t want to be another lost soul:
But it’s burned there all along,
Been there like a siren song,
And I don’t know how to vanquish
What I barely can control.

I’ve been really behind on comments and posts the last few days (Week? Two?). I’ll probably remain behind for a little while more. Sorry (again). I mentioned at some point previously that I’d probably be a little distant… Still, you all deserve a lot more attention than you’re getting right now. Well, whether I’m on or not, I haven’t forgotten about you; and hopefully, I’ll be able to find a proper balance of things.


Will likely be absent this week. My sister is going to be gone for a few months starting the end of the week, and I’m hoping to spend a little time with her: Go on a few walks, maybe rope her into playing a game of Rummy with me. Things best done when not half asleep… lest she win. But, I haven’t been doing very well with time management lately… So, I’m going to bed (*cough cough*) “early” (I’m pretty sure my definition of that word is a little skewed); which, since late night is unfortunately when I do most of my blogging, that (i.e. blogging and the time vortex that is blogging related things) may very well take the back seat for a couple days.

Note (#2)

Once again, my posting may be rather irregular for a while. Got some family visiting. So, if I happen to be absent for a bit, that’s just me getting some shut eye after being stalked by my far too talkative, I-swear-she’s-extroverted niece. Perhaps there are times where I can be accused of gregariousness… But put me side-by-side with my niece, and I might as well be the most uptight, social-loathing introvert on the planet by comparison.


Gonna be a bit erratic over the next month or so. The last few days have proven me to be a horrible juggler: So if I’m absent, I’m probably just doing this thing that I believe is called “living” — though I’m pretty sure that’s a euphemism. I would just call it “going insane.” Kidding, but my hands are a little fuller than I’m used to. So expect some absences.