Came up with this last night and it had my three-year-old in stitches, mostly because you can put any kid's name in it. He didn't like it so much when I used his name, but after I tried it with the name of a friend of his, I had to sing it over and over again, using the names of various kids in his day care class while he laughed and laughed. Read the rest of this entry »

So, I've been at home with a head cold the last couple of days and have been catching naps after telecommuting for a few hours so the day's not a complete financial loss. During this afternoon's nap, my fevered brain came up with a brilliant sci-fi weapon... An aerosolized explosive that is triggered by artificial gravity. Even better, it sticks to natural fibers like human hair.

In the dream, a terrorist sprayed it in a ground-based spaceport and it settled in the hair of people preparing to board shuttles. As the shuttles reached orbit and switched on artificial gravity, their hair exploded, pretty much taking the rest of their heads with it.

Sleeping through a head cold, dreaming of people's heads exploding. I wonder if there's any connection.

While discussing a meeting place with some friends, one mentioned a favorite spot at a place where he got a strong wireless connection and it had an outlet. The way he almost waxed poetic on it, another friend said his description sounded like it should be a verse in the "Cheers" theme.

So, given that insipration, I came up with the following rejiggering of the "Cheers" theme for the wired age:

Making your way on the web today
Takes everything you've got
When you're out with your laptop,
You have to find a spot
It needs an outlet, don't ya see

Some times I want to go
Where I've got connectivity
Like the broadband's just for me
Bandwidth and juice right at my seat
Get the net with my coffee
I want to go where I've got connectivity...

Came up with this haiku when suggesting a haiku-about-photos contest to a friend of mine. He didn't go for the contest, but I thought the haiku was too good to let go to waste.

Little Miss Perfect
Toilet paper on her heel
And no one tells her