Glamorus Beast

Waiting, outside in the snow
Breath steaming in the cold
Closed eyes, shielding from outside
that quiet, stealthy creature.

Pawprints lost in flurries
forgotten traces of the path you walk
Stalking monster,
wreathed in cigarette smoke
Halo

A glint of smile, of fang and claw
frett and fear you, from behind the glass
snow and silver, night born - pass
in the darkness

Gone again, back into the night.

Jesus did it for the chickens.

Hooters Air Takes Off

If it werent so close to home, I'd be laughing.

For those of you who dont know... my father works for the Hooters ProCup series. As if Pro Cup werent a pun enough.

...and in the event of a water landing, your flight attendant may be used as a flotation device.

This is what i get for searching spherical chickens on google.


There is this farmer who is having problems with his chickens. All of the sudden, they are all getting very sick and he doesn't know what is wrong with them. After trying all conventional means, he calls a biologist, a chemist, and a physicist to see if they can figure out what is wrong. So the biologist looks at the chickens, examines them a bit, and says he has no clue what could be wrong with them. Then the chemist takes some tests and makes some measurements, but he can't come to any conclusions either. So the physicist tries. He stands there and looks at the chickens for a long time without touching them or anything. Then all of the sudden he starts scribbling away in a notebook. Finally, after several gruesome calculations, he exclaims, "I've got it! But it only works for spherical chickens in a vacuum."

On a simmilar note...

To: Internation Slaughter House of Pancakes
We, the undersigned, wish to raise the awareness of, and end the horrid cruelty that is perpetrated twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week throughout the United States and portions of Canada. Every day, millions upon millions of these gentle creatures are brought into this world, only to be drowned in thick viscous liquids and savagely torn asunder and eaten by heartless citizens. I am talking, of course, about IHOP and the daily holocaust of pancakes.

Pondering Birthdays

Ok so this is trite and cliche, but I have to do it.
I turn 22 on Monday, 3 years short of the 1/4 century mark. I've lived through four presedents, two of them Bushes, one major war and several "peace keeping" missions, the strangeness of the 80's, the boom of the 90's, and the dawn of a new millenium. I've seen my homeland attacked by terrorists, and recover from it more united and vocal than ever. I've been to the home of my Greatgrandmother, who left Ireland when she was 16 to make a new life for herself in America, and seen the very same places she grew up in, and the places here where she reached almost 100 years old.
What is my life so far been worth?
I've been a student of the world, learning from it as I travel and as I live my everyday life. But have i really contributed anything back to it yet? I would like to think there are those out there who think I have made their lives better in some small way, even if they don't know me. But nothing I have done yet has really been something I will be remembered for past my lifetime.
Will the things I dream of really come to be?
Will I be one of the first on Mars, following the dream of the Athena and her crew? Will I be one of the powerful, the influential, who will have some power, some force, in the world I live in now? Will I be remembered as a great philosopher, or a great writer, or even a great teacher?
Or will I simply be remembered by my grand children as I remember my Great Grandmother - a strong willed woman who lived a good life, loved a good man, and raised her children right?
Even if that last is the case, I will be happy with it. What you acomplish for history means very little if you do nothing for your own flesh and blood.

Though... I still would like to go to Mars.