A Poem

Apropos of nothing, Aradia just found this little poem, and I just had to share it with everyone.

The Turkey Shot Out Of The Oven

The turkey shot out of the oven
And rocketed into the air.
It knocked every plate off the table
And partly demolished a chair.

It ricocheted into a corner
And burst with a deafening boom!
Then splattered all over the kitchen,
Completely obscuring the room.

It stuck to the walls and the windows.
It totally coated the floor.
There was turkey attached to the ceiling
When there'd never been turkey before.

It blanketed every appliance.
It smeared every saucer and bowl.
There wasn't a way I could stop it.
That turkey was out of control.

I scraped and I scrubbed with displeasure,
And thought with chagrin as I mopped
That I'd never again stuff a turkey
With popcorn that hadn't been popped!

It's amazing what you can find when you dig through a junk room.

Pandora Internet Radio

Okay, so I'm bored to tears with nothing to do, but I need to stay up late to switch to night shift for tomorrow night. What do I do?

Well, first I rate about a thousand things on Amazon.com. Bored, remember? That kills a couple of hours, especially after I look through the Alliance-Union books by C. J. Cherryh, and realize how many of them I already own.

And how many more of them I WANT.

Ahem, excuse me.

Next, I go to Netflix and tool around for a few minutes. That kills like fifteen minutes.

Then I cruise over to my friend Ranson's blog, Hobocentrism, to see if he'd written anything lately. He hadn't, the weenie. However, I saw the link to his Pandora internet radio station and clicked through to it. It's full of his eclectic mix of interests. By the way, Ranson, you completely stole the term Musical Whiplash from me. I'm mildly ticked by that one, bud.

Anywho, Ranson had pimped Pandora to me previously, and I thought it was a neat idea, even if I don't have a lot of use for it at home (my computer went kaput recently, and I'm in the midst of re-rating the 6000+ songs I had backed up, after all) and my workplace monitors our intertubes usage closely enough to discourage long-term streaming of media (alas, no marathon of Chad Vader at work).

Like I said, I have hours to kill before I can go to bed, and Aradia is snoozing like nobody's business, so I can't do any heavy housework. And since she's not feeling well (poor woman got ill after visiting her parents for Christmas ... she wears herself out on these trips and it hits her hard sometimes), I don't want to play any Rock Band (even if I did go gold on X-Box Live just to play with some friends in Richmond, Va) and run the risk of waking her with my, ahem, monkey banging.

So I take the time to put together a couple of stations on Pandora and put a little linky-thing over there in the sidebar. So, there are a couple of my Pandora stations. Enjoy.

Or, you know, whatever.

:)

Metal Thieves

When I saw this article, my first thought was that someone had snuck over the border and pulled a job, but alas, Windber is two hours from Morgantown. That's a little deep into PA for a couple of hillbillies in a truck to penetrate, even for this kind of haul.

Well, probably too deep. Never discount hillbillies. :)