Back on a Big Day

Hey there,
What's it been? 5 months since my last posting? Oh well. Here I am to mark Bruce Springsteen's 65th Birthday!

Happy Birthday, Bruce, you old man.

Do Americans get an Old Age Pension starting at 65? I'm not sure. If they do, I'm guessing Bruce will get his clawed back.

My Apologia

Truly I have missed the boat
A lump is forming in my throat
Bitter tears I may weep so
For I am lame at NaPoMo

What's the reason?
For this treason?
Is it the beautiful Spring season?

No alas the blame's all mine.
My aging brain cannot find rhymes.
But, honestly, my job, the stress
Has made my poetic dreams a mess.

I could not write, try as I must.
Knuckles has left me in the dust.

I do not have to spur me on
Vacation pics of tiny thongs.
My imagination does not lead me
To write of Alec Baldwin's wee wee.

But tomorrow I shall be on the beach
And my inspiration there may reach
Great heights, due to the waves that rise
And chips sold under the name of Wise.

Election Day

The Big Day is here
To throw Pauline out on her rear.

Pre-Election couplet

Background for Non-Quebeckers: Francois Legault is saying his 3rd place CAQ party can win a majority.  Now the couplet:

Legault's delusion
is amusin' .

Post Colonoscopy Friday

I am back at work.
My boss is a jerk.

In his office he hides
While angry staff
Plot his demise.

It's Colonoscopy Thursday

On Day 3 of NaPoMo
let us forget the beer and gin.
My drink today, it must rum
to forget the camera
that went up my bum.

Day 2; stuck already

It's Day 2 and I am in a bind
because I rhyme I cannot find

I have no spare time and it's not at all funny
When you don't have all day to roll in your "package money"

Aaaand we're off!

NaPoMo at last is here!
Let us gather
and drink beer

If, with the weeks,
our rhymes go thin
let us re-group
and drink gin

Counting Down

Tis the eve of NaPoMo.
Tomorrow it is on with the show.

The Countdown Starts

5..4..3..2..

This is as good a day as any to start the countdown to NaPoMo. I know that Knuckles already has all his poems ready to post. I am not so organized.  The best I can manage to is try to come up with a list of topics, one for each day, and then wing it.

So far I have:
1 April: NaPoMo lift off
7 April: Election Day
8 April: the Day after Election Day

I'm in NaPoMo Trouble.

It's Election Season Again

Moan
Groan
Gasp
Rending of garments

Tax Time! Tax TIme!

The fair City of Montreal in its thoughtfulness delayed sending out our municipal tax bills until Knuckles had returned from sunny Mexico.  Who knew KG has such influence at City Hall?

But now that's he back, the City released the bills. Mine arrived. It is up $42 for the year, meaning up $21 for each of the two payments. Le Sigh.

Happy Birthday to Moi

Here I am, the last of the February birthdays.

How do I feel? COLD! It's like minus 17 windchill out there! Enough of this winter silliness.

And the Birthdays Continue

Happy Birthday to Mrs Anonymous.  A mere, what is it, 46 today? Pshaw! Youth!

Have a great b-day and make sure all your men treat you right!

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday to Ms. Mushrooms, 53 years young today.

I know you already had your celebratory birthday Chinese food dinner on the weekend, but tell the family you need an extra day of pampering, given your advancing years.  Respect and all that stuff, etc.

Let us know how this suggestion works out, ok?

Old Celeb No. 3

Pa Walton died. Not Grandpa Walton, he died over 30 years ago. But Pa Walton. Ralph Waite. He was 85. That's the trio for the week.

Now...onto the Olympics.

Our short trackers went from great to sucking in under a week. Very disappointing.

Johnny Weir. I don't see NBC in the morning, so I haven't seen his commentary, but I was reading about his fabulous outfits on Slate this morning. He can't be more gay, can he? He's not just gay, he's GAY!!!!! and everyone loves him for it.  Except maybe Putin.

Olde Celebs Kicking Off

Yesterday, Shirley Temple.
Today, Sid Caesar.
Who's next?

Olympic sidenote:
Why do all the male Asian short-track speed skaters have red hair?

Happy Birthday, Mr. A.

Mr. Anonymous is a spry 53 today.

He has no time to celebrate, however, as he is immersed in Exodus UK.  Good luck with that.

He will probably be reading it at the arena.

One week to go

Guess what? I'm totally uninterested in the Olympics. There's one week to go, and I am, like, yeah whatever. I'm assuming this will change once it starts but right now, I really could not care less.

It's Birthday Season Again

First up, Mr. Mushrooms.
Happy 53rd!
53 is still "early" 50s, right? Am I Right?
Next year we will enter mid-50s.
And after mid-50s...we shall wear the bottoms of our trousers rolled.

Happy New Year 2014

*honk honk* *horn blowing sounds*
Another year down the tubes; another one set to go down.

My New Year's Resolutions list is very short this year and entirely work-related.
1. Remain employed.
2. Don't kill boss.
3. Don't laugh in boss's face.

Also, it's sooooo cold out!  I didn't order this weather. Who ordered this weather? Send it back.

4. Try to blog more often.