I putter around online. I find a blog. I read the blog. It sends me to another blog. That one to another. I follow the bouncing ball like a good little sing-alonger. And occasionally I find something that I want to post, so I post and then you read the blog and go to another blog and follow the bouncing ball and the ball is bouncing over here so go read Greg Perry’s daily reviews of daily poems daily.

‘Cause I said so (after Reb Livingston said so, wheels within wheels).

Once again the folks a “Good As You” have nearly caused me to shoot Diet Coke out my nostrils. Um, that’s a good thing, really. Not the shooting Diet Coke part, but the nearly shooting Diet Coke part. Er, just go read it.

Alito is going to make it to the SCOTUS, but not without a fight, I hope.

If you don’t want him there, please sign a petition encouraging John Kerry to filibuster here.

Thanks to Scoplaw for mentioning this on his blog.

Saturday, January 14th will live in Julie infamy.

BASTARDS!

I have still not remembered the poem. And I have a weird fear that if I try to go ahead with my normal poetry whatnots, it’ll be gone forever and that it was really good.

And then I fear that if I obsess over it, I’ll waste days, months, years, and I’ll never remember and that it was really bad.

And there’s no way of knowing which is true because my brain is a black hole the size of Kalamazoo!

I woke up a couple of nights ago thinking about it and I have the idea that I almost remembered it. And then one of the cats tried to barf on my pillow and the memory fled like… like a fleeing thing.

Almost makes a person lose all hope.

KAE of Slant Truth got cooler results than I did.

The Do-Gooder You scored 6 idealist points, 7 detective points, 0 kick-in-the-door points, and 3 help points!

You are a good person at heart. You try to do your best to help the world out against evil, although you aren’t always appreciated for it. Although you try to do good, sometimes personal goals, or life, gets in the way of superheroism. Examples: Spiderman, The Flash

Chris has posted four julain entries (and other poems worth reading) here. Go on, now. Read!

Restraint

And now that I’m alone in California,
I think of what we didn’t learn together:
the secret ways we might have stretched the tether

My hands are like frosty nubbins. I accost passersby and lay my hands upon them, but not in a colorful, faith-healing sort of way. No, I’m more like a zombie, staggering after them with my hands stretched out, crying “Heeeeaaat! Heeeeeeaaaaat!”

It’s good to touch napes with frozen fingers. I give people a reason to exercise. How many calories does one startled leap into the air burn?

She’s eating.

Wow.

For Julie loves form
and created Julain,
not quite a quatrain.

Mary’s website is here, so cruise on over.