They should call it “Crack-racha”!
Category: Life
Posts about stuff
Bigger, better, faster, stronger: thank you, Surfer Rob!
Surprise surprise, I’ve been granted magical engineering skills! What do you think I will do with them?
It’s not Freshly Pressed, but I’ll take it!
Guess what??
What if we couldn’t see the sky?
Originally posted on Okay, What if ?:
Okay: (Photo credit: Wikipedia) What if humanity couldn’t see the sky? What if they’d shut it out long ago, but we didn’t remember why? What if that vast expanse, with sunset’s blues and pinks and gold were only known…
Steve’s Music Mix: There’s a first time for dietary pies!
Today I’m going to try out this thing I picked up over at blog bud The Indecicive Eejit’s joint: Steve’s Music Mix. Every week he posts three questions. I’m supposed to put a music player on random and use the titles of the first three songs … Continue reading Steve’s Music Mix: There’s a first time for dietary pies!
Why I stick around
Have you ever felt like you were holding on for no definable reason?
To Be or Not: is Imitation Flattery?
Originally posted on Rob's Surf Report:
Is it possible for an imitation to be as good as the real deal? Think about it: there is imitation cheese, imitation leather, imitation crab… Imitation whatever have you, and are any of these as good as the…
Why it’s better to never start in the first place:
Have you ever shook your head sadly at the folly of another?
Bottled Up
I was chillin’ on the beach when a bottle washed up on the shore. It beckoned me with a wink of sunlight, and my curious nature bade me investigate. The stopper was cork, shiny and supple – I gathered that it’s ocean ride had it’s … Continue reading Bottled Up
What if I had bitten off more than I could chew?
What if I had bitten off
more than I could chew?
What if I was pushing for
something more than I could do?
What if all the hounds of fate
were set loose on my scent,
and all I meant to do was sent
to become mere memory?
What if this thing were like a toy
I must learn to put away,
hoping that I’ll make it back
to play again someday;
or like a car that’s served it’s life
and must now be crushed to death
so it won’t take up too much space
where it is laid to rest?
And so it goes, and so you know —
I don’t mean to fade away;
but what if I should disappear —
Would you remember me?
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