I thought of the poem as I was taking everyone on a walk through the woods and saw that little spot I posted in the pic. Turned and suddenly the light was perfect. Wished I'd had a camera instead of just the phone.
A beautiful shot indeed. As for not having the camera . . . . you will always have the HD version in you mind.
I figured out what 5000 is!
RIM'S version of the 300. The guy from the Apple commercials goes to RIM'S headquarters in Canada with dead cell phones attached to a chain and demands Thor to knell to the iphone5. Thor yells "This is BlackBerry! " and kicks the guy from the Apple commercials down a deep hole. While this is happening the CrackBerry forum monitors are throwing the Apple forum monitors in the deep hole as well. Just like in the 300 only better because it's The 5000 the true story of the Return of the Rimpire.
Is there anything more frustrating than hearing Queen's "We Will Rock You" without it being followed up with "We Are The Champions"?
It's like musicus interruptus...
That's is the truth and now I know I am not alone. Love Queen but We Will Rock You is pure energy. We are the champions is good but like Toyota Prius Good. Yeah it's good for the Earth but I'd rather drive a Hemi Challenger.
You are a fluke of the universe. You have no right to be here...
Go placidly amid the noise and waste,
And remember what comfort there may be in owning a piece thereof.
Avoid quiet and passive persons, unless you are in need of sleep.
Rotate your tires.
Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself,
And heed well their advice, even though they be turkeys.
Know what to kiss, and when.
Consider that two wrongs never make a right, but that three do.
Wherever possible, put people on hold.
Be comforted that in the face of all aridity and disillusionment,
and despite the changing fortunes of time,
There is always a big future in computer maintenance.
You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.
Remember The Pueblo.
Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, and mutilate.
Know yourself.
If you need help, call the FBI.
Exercise caution in your daily affairs,
Especially with those persons closest to you -
That lemon on your left, for instance.
Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls
Would scarcely get your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore. It will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth: birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan.
And let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
Hire people with hooks.
For a good time, call 606-4311. Ask for Ken.
Take heart in the bedeepening gloom
That your dog is finally getting enough cheese.
And reflect that whatever fortune may be your lot,
It could only be worse in Milwaukee.
You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.
Therefore, make peace with your god,
Whatever you perceive him to be - hairy thunderer, or cosmic muffin.
With all its hopes, dreams, promises, and urban renewal,
The world continues to deteriorate.
Give up!
You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.