Apparently, there’s an episode of Extreme Makeover with a Julie Carter.

I am not that Julie Carter.

An extreme Makeover would probably be a good idea.

Me on TV would probably be a really, really bad idea.

I’d probably start giggling. And then I’d snort or drool or belch or something. It’d be ugly.

There are so many poems produced during NaPo at the two forums I frequent. Both forums encourage positive comments during the month, and you’d think (okay, I’d think) it would be harder to find positive things to say. But it isn’t. There’s usually something good going on, often several somethings, and occasionally there will be a poem that just astonishes the hell out of me.

But that could be my brain fried lack of sleep talking. Wow, I’m tired.

I just can’t keep up. I can’t keep up!

Something earlier today reminded me of tole painting. It was all the rage when I was a kid, little paintings on frames and tools and cutting boards and furniture.

It’s not my style of thing at all, but I feel the sudden urge to paint something!

I saw a headline that said Howard Shore has been selected as the composer for “The Hobbit.”

I read it as Howard Stern and said, “My God! What are they THINKING!”

In other news, my next sonnet is going to be about Uriah. I hope. Yipes.