Monthly Archives: January 2012

Poem: Monday Morning

Written on 01-30-2012

It’s Thursday afternoon, I am leaving work,
I busily make my lists
I’m writing down all I need to pack
Because soon I’ll be going to the
filk con!

It’s Friday evening, I’m at the hotel,
Convention’s about to start
I’m hugging those that I’ve been missing
And then I find my fav’rite seat in

the ballroom at the filk con!

It’s Saturday late afternoon, I’m at Interfilk
I’ve come armed with a budget
I’m not resisting the wenches’ charms
Easy to persuade while seated in

the chair in the ballroom at the filk con.

It’s Sunday after dinner, I’m at the Dead Dog
Convention’s nearly over
I’d pour my heart out but my heart’s here
Somewhere that I belong, singing in

the circle with the chair in the ballroom at the filk con.

It’s Monday morning and I’m at work,
I blearily blink and yawn
Searching for the wrong set of faces,
I’m at the office, yet I’m still in

with my friends in the circle with the chair in the ballroom at the filk con.

And I promise I’ll be back next year.

Filk: “One Ring to Rule Them All”

One Ring to Rule Them All
ttto of Glee ballad version of “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun”
(all because of a misheard lyric)

I stare out from the middle of the night
My wizard says, “I rule all of Middle Earth life”
Well, Sarumon, your time is done
My ring, to rule them all
One ring, to…

Saw my ring in the middle of the night
That wizard says, “Keep the palantir out of sight?”
Well, Gandalf dear, you’re an unfortunate one
My ring, will rule them all
One ring, to…

That’s all I really want…
That one ring, to rule them all

Hobbit inherits my ring of gold
Oh, and he’s hid it away from the rest of the world
except me, I am the burning Eye of Sauron
One Eye, to rule them all
One Eye, to…

That’s all I really want…
That one ring, to rule them all

NEWS: SOPA/PIPA – Have you called your elected officials, U.S. Citizens?

I have.

Today is a coordinated effort to protest SOPA/PIPA. Today, Wikipedia enables users to enter their zip code in order to look up the contact information for their representative. Please do it!

Here are the results of my calls:

Rep. James McDermott [D, WA-7]
Phone: 202-225-3106

They took my name, email, and zip code, and my view on SOPA/PIPA (I’m against it), and let me know that Rep. McDermott is also against it! Hurrah!

Sen. Maria Cantwell [D, WA]
Phone: 202-224-3441

They took my zip code, and my view on SOPA/PIPA, and said that, while Sen. Cantwell has spoken out against SOPA/PIPA, it is in the House right now, she won’t be voting on it. There IS a Senate version. PIPA is in the Senate, SOPA is in the House.

Sen. Patty Murray [D, WA]
Phone: 202-224-2621

I left a voicemail with my contact information and my stated view on SOPA/PIPA. I am unable to find for certain her views on SOPA/PIPA, which worries me. So far as I can find, she is undecided.

Filk: Alternate Lyrics to “The Scotsman”

Well a scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one fine dark night,
and one could tell by how he walked that he’d drank a fair good mite.
He fumbled ’round until he could no longer stand so well
and he stumbled off into the grass to rest there for a spell.

Chorus: Ring ding didde diddle i-de-oh, ring di diddley i-oh
He stumbled off into the grass to rest there for a spell.

Later on, two young and pretty girls came strolling by
and the one said to the other with a sparkle in her eye,
“See yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built,
I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath their kilts!”

Chorus: Ring ding diddle diddle i-de-oh, ring di diddley i-oh
“I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath their kilts!”

They crept up on the sleeping Scotsman quiet as can be
and tried to lift his kilt about an inch (or two or three).
The Scotsman woke, bolted upright from his bed of leaves and dirt
and flung his back against a tree there growing from the turf.

Chorus: Ring ding diddle diddle i-de-oh, ring di diddley i-oh
and flung his back against a tree there growing from the turf.

He sputtered for a moment then he said “What have you done?
If you were me and I were you this would be just as wrong
If I, perchance, happed on a woman, drunk and sleeping fast
and lifted up that stranger’s skirt, I’d land in jail right fast.”

Chorus: Ring ding diddle diddle i-de-oh, ring di diddley i-oh
“and lifted up that stranger’s skirt, I’d land in jail fast.”

Those young and silly women hadn’t thought of what this meant
They stood there speechless as he said “It’s a matter of consent.”
And in small and startled voices they then both apologized,
for ignorance and double standards are seldom ever wise.

Chorus: Ring ding diddle diddle i-de-oh, ring di diddley i-oh
for ignorance and double standards are seldom ever wise.

Poem: To Be and Not To Do

Lest I a cockalorum be,
I’ll rub elbows with Humility,
for those who must declare their worth
indubitably take up too much earth.
It’s better to “be” rather than “do”;
an adage, follow: “To thine own self BE true!” 

Poem: Little Matters That Matters Little

Little matters that matters little.
Memories of messy massive pains
do dim with age, but still they
prick,
stick,
stab,
the sharpest shards of bright and shining things
once (and still?) held dear, too close,
and to the highest impossible standards.

Why, though, are the glimmers of
the past and precious so much more
entrancing,
captivating,
enchanting,
than the light and life of the present?
If to the shattered tatter-rags you cling,
you will be cut,
be rent,
torn asunder…

Insurmountable madness.

You say, “Look! How I bleed! How I cry! How I suffer!”
You chain yourself fifteen times
in gossamer-fine thread and,
with the key in one hand and the lock in the other,
make passionate love to finely honed steel,
pouring out flood red tidings,
giving away your most personal power
to someone who
didn’t,
doesn’t, nor
will ever
want it.

They to whom you grant that dubious boon
are not evil for the unwilling receiving of it,
no matter how much you wish it so…

…and you are not evil for leaving those streaks on the world…

…but in the end, someone has to clean up after you.
And that?
Is never fair.