Laugh at me.
I’ve never seen the Pacific…
I was in town there once, just near it,
With you back East,
But never walked the last few miles to the shore.
Then tonight when you called from your hotel room
Windows facing west, your afternoon sun not set,
Glancing blinding light into your camera sharply,
But softly reflecting from the sea to your glowing face,
I saw what I was missing all along.
A poem is a riddle and I am its Sphinx,
Unless someone else wrote the poem you are thinking of—
in which case my nose is intact and my paws are remarkably homonoid.
A poem is a griddle, and you are its links,
Unless you aren’t reading the poem—
in which case you’re probably not some sort of meat wrapped in skin either.
You might be a river.
Or a creek. Or an ocean. Or a stream.
Or a great flood that covers all the land despite all the rainbows.
Maybe that’s why people approach you in pairs.
Some of the little boys pretend to be Achilles,
Dipped upside down by their mothers,
Screaming that they’re drowning,
In unheelthy invincibility.
While some of the little girls,
Can’t let go of being Elsa,
Closed off and locked away
From the terrors of friendship.
But all the children on the schoolyard,
Take turns being Spider-Man,
Amazing and sobbing
Over Uncle Ben on the sidewalk.
Surrounded by the other kids
Who pretend to capture the moment
On invisible phones
Not thinking to call for help.
Did you ever imagine we’d fall so far from the sun,
We’d miss the sea?
Or that our waxen wings would ice,
And we’d flap them against the vacuum,
Hoping to find a bit of dirt again?
This poem was first performed in the final minutes of Hermitcraft 5: episode 45:
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If he could sing about the “C”Team,
@Joehills would sing this to the tune of
Rufus Wainwright’s arrangement of Hallelujah.
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It’s absurdity in RPG form,
@TychoBrahe’s behind creased cardboard,
But you don’t pull up chairs for humor, do you?
You shouldn’t miss this guy, K’thriss,
He shakes a stone, there’s light eldritch
Compelling you, the viewers, to hit the merch store…
Hit the merch store, hit the merch store,
Hit the merch store, hit the merch store.
Walnut’s grove is gone, which sucks for a Druid,
Plus Maelith’s strong, but Nut’s wising to it.
Sigils on the cave walls stabbed like daggers.
She took wolf form and she howled aloud,
She bit at K’thriss and she snapped her snout,
And by her instincts led you to the merch store…
Hit the merch store, hit the merch store,
Hit the merch store, hit the merch store.
Rosie, she’s shopped there before,
All her grandkids get gifts from this store,
Little halflings with Acq. Inc. pins playing footloose,
I’ve seen them picnic beneath the stars,
Wearing their bright Darkmagic scarves,
It’s a one-stop shop for birthdays at the merch store…
Hit the merch store, hit the merch store,
Hit the merch store, hit the merch store.
Donnar’s a paladin, Dragonborn,
Who treats ev’rybody else with scorn,
But you know that they all deserve it, don’t you?
He gains entitlement from bits—
Or so Jerry claims, so I guess it fits,
And they both expect you all to hit the merch store…
Hit the merch store, hit the merch store,
Hit the merch store, hit the merch store.
Maybe there are gods beyond,
Whose tendrils shift their waking pawns,
But Jerry kind of seems like he has got this.
Except the times when the phones light up,
And ideas arise then outright erupt,
And Jerry’s gone volcanic cursing Rothfuss…
What now, Rothfuss? Come on, Rothfuss,
Ignore Rothfuss, God damn Rothfuss,
Dammit, Rothfuss, my game, Rothfuss,
Go home, Rothfuss, shut up, Rothfuss,
Fucking Rothfuss—let’s not do this.
Hit the merch store, Hit the merch store,
Hit the merch store.
I’ve been kicking around ideas for a while about the sort of questions I’d like to ask myself at the end of each day, or at least days where I have a bit of extra time before bed that I’d otherwise squander, and I’m going to answer a few of them here. I may cycle some questions in and out day-to-day depending on how interesting the answers are.
Not every answer will be a list… especially when it comes to trying to be healthier.
This was a travel day back from the beach, so I loaded and unloaded the car, but otherwise was pretty sedentary. Having decided that I should force myself to answer this question, I’m going to go get the scale and weigh myself for the first time in months, and I’m 167, which would be fine if it were more muscle.
I’ve been tempted to have a question in here like “How many push-ups did I do today?” because I know that will make me go do more than the 0 I have done each day for the last few years. So, Be right back on that. I’m just going to see how many I can do in a row with proper form. Don’t get your expectations up. Okay, 14, so that is about 6 better than I expected.
All this passive toddler carrying I’ve been doing must count as exercise somehow.
We’ve walked toward the sunrise,
Not quite at sunrise,
And away from sunset,
Making camp before sunset,
As long as the eldest remember.
And as quick as everyone can go,
All together, with what we can carry,
We’ve always kept going,
Over little waters
And around larger ones,
But all the arounds now
Just jut into more water,
And the meals are moving
Against the sunrise
And the sunset
And someone needs to tell the elders
That the gods must have drowned
But the next ones will be better.
Is computing just a punk rock show:
Noise and distraction are the attraction,
And you want to disrupt that?
Spring has more petals than an auto show,
It’s designs accelerating, while innovations grow,
Each year a revolution, a new release in turn,
An industry in bloom, while those clapped indoors all yearn
For a sky without limit
Boundless
Careless
Un-ceiling.