Musings from the Pod VI: 10 Minutes

“Alas, poor mackerel in a can. I knew it, Ziva, a fish of infinite taste, of most excellent cuisine. It hath borne me on my lips several times, and now, how cherished in my imagination it is! I want to gorge upon it!” “Gibbs, what are you doing?” “I’m filling in for mom, writing for her blog. What do you think?” “No.” “No? I thought I was giving everyone a bit of cat culture.” “By bastardizing Shakespeare?” “How did youRead more

One-Liner Felines

“Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want.” ~Joseph Wood Krutch~ “Hey Ziva, wanna help me?” “Help? What are you asking me to do? Get you into trouble again?” “Very funny, but no. Mom asked me to help with One-Liner Wednesday this week and I’m coming up empty.” “Expectation is the root of all heartache.” “Who said that?” “Shakespeare wrote it just for you, when you cry for foodRead more

A Blogger’s Soliloquy

Based very loosely on Hamlet’s soliloquy, Act 3, Scene 1 To blog or not to blog, that is an unending question Whether tis nobler with thy fingers type The verbs and pronouns of outrageous silliness, or to flay arms against written emptiness And by doing nothing? To sleep with writer’s block No more, I say, this shall not be an end The heart aches for words in natural ability To consummate a worthy post from flesh Comments to be wished,Read more

Feet in my Shoes, Mary I Am

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself Any direction you choose. ~Dr. Seuss~ Yes I can, Mary I am! If you have ever gone to the “About” page on this site (or you can go now)(take your time, I’ll wait)……the first sentence reads: “I am not a professional writer, I have not taken creative writing classes, I do not have best.blogger.ever expectations.” It’s all true, even the lack of best blogger expectation. I’mRead more

Where be your Toner now?

Alas, poor Printer! I knew him, Hewlett-Packard; a fellow of infinite ink, of most excellent type; he hath borne me on his back a tenfold years; and now, how abhorred in my anguish it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those rollers that the repairman have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your toner now? Your paper trays? Your humming songs? Your flashes of recycled paper merriment, that were wont to set the office on aRead more