Preparedness 101: Zombie Apocalypse

You laugh now. Let's see how funny it is when the zombie horde comes tromping through your peony bed and bashing in your windows.

The only reason Washington isn't hip deep in zombies already was the apparent scarcity of brains in government. Now these clever guys at the CDC have gone and spilled the beans. And once the zombies smell brains, invasion is only a matter of time.

Better get it together before they come for you.

Happy Lost Sock Memorial Day

This is a repost from 2008. I had forgotten about writing this, but when I added the "Most Popular Posts" widget this week, lo and behold, there it was. (Scroll down.)

So what the hey. Enjoy.

Ode to a Lost Sock

Does anyone know
where the single socks go
when a pair of them go in the dryer?
Do they slip out to play
and wander away,
forgetting that they are attire?

Do they tire of their mate
and their tiresome fate,
every day in the dark of a shoe?
Do they follow the song
of a silky black thong
and cling to that siren like glue?

Are they captured by pirates,
or stolen by gnomes
who are jealous of our cozy toes?
Are they pilfered by mice
to make their nest nice?
Are there gangs of barefoot Eskimos?

There are those who say,
in a sinister way,
that a dryer's a portal in space;
that socks who fall through
(and they swear this is true)
warm the feet of an alien race.

Ah, does anyone
anyone anyone know,
someone who isn't a liar?
Does anyone know
where the single socks go
when a pair of them go in the dryer?

Copyright May 2008

Shadow Shots: Relax

Kind of looks like an abstract landscape, where sand meets the sky, don't you think?

It's actually a back-lit Relax Riesling wine bottle lying on linen.

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