canines in the news:
the dogs can follow your eyes
or rob gas stations.

they get airlifted,
drown saving their master's life,
but they don't do drugs.

firstly: siberia,
the big apple blogger bash,
then time to reload.

one mad week later,
although my work is not done,
it's time to announce:

the big list's new home:
big list dot org for all your
listy desires.

there are probably
many broken loose bits, but
i feel like sharing.

a single lamppost,
a plastic trigger case and
digital vinyl.

a few lucky souls
will be getting sharp looking
five inches of sound.

if i'm tax-ed twice,
is that relatively worse
than two funerals?

looking over both
countries and their tax laws, i'll
file an extension.

work is not half bad
i am never bored and the
ice cream cake is nice.

if only the phones
did not run into busy
circuits constantly.

soon, i will upload
recent bike ride photographs;
but vice city calls.

why am i awake?
five-thirty a.m. and my
eyeballs are liquid.

the morning air creeps;
the cool veil lifts as the light
rustles the dark off.

not watching oscars;
the sopranos, six feet under,
adult swim instead.

i will catch up on
the results later, after
the big pageanty.

if i did a search
for free pancake toy patterns,
i would be so bumm'd.

just like the poor souls
who come to find recipes
to make some eggnog.

disappointment creeps
but maybe, website v. 2
can fix that oversight.

now, a brief downtime:
sauna moves to a new home,
guarded by infants.

new movable type
two point six three takes line breaks
a bit differently.

within a blockquote,
no endings are recognized
in the first verse — bug?

no matter; i have
modified my haiku posts
and the stylesheet class.

carla couldn't kill
a starfish by drying him;
so, a fridge magnet.

there is a promise
of filipino photos
from her vacation.

but, unlike spongebob's
undersea mullosc friend, he
has no underpants.

happy accident:
in toronto, last summer.
i bought razor blades.

ten, in fact, when it
turns out that i had enough
at home already.

however, these blades
are not found in new york, so
i've a supply cache.

[listening - mission of burma: academy fight song.]

i stare at the snow
and there's one thing i wish for:
my cross-country skis.

the continuing
"where'd all the snow come from?" dance -
winter strikes again.

forgot lanternfest,
dj vadim at southpaw
and some phone calls too.

so i'll curl up with
some pattern recognition
and adult swim then.

forgo the mundane;
leave gravity behind and
join us in the sky.

i gave my parents
a scanner for christmas, which
will allow some fun.

the primary thing
i wanted to do with it
was update a site.

kiefer is ready
to have his web site redone
with his wagging tail.

so it's a matter
of time and effort, as a
tribute to his life.

and now, the headlines,
presented to you in verse:
before breakfast calls.

transit strike postponed:
normal bus and train service
in new york for now.

al gore will not run
for president in the year
two thousand and four.

kissinger steps down:
though we won't be missing ya
after all ya did.

if only that racist
trent lott would do the same thing:
segregation's dead.

and that's it for now.
time for the world to begin
but haiku news lives.

it's kids' today;
twenty screaming running tots
raptured by an elf.

meanwhile, two telcos
taunt me with missing deadlines,
all for a voice line.

i hope the cable
company bothers showing
up in an hour.

highspeed internet;
how i long to get myself
back at play at home.

one thing unmention'd:
i bought a holga cam'ra.
now to trick it out.

god bless tom kenny
and the spongebob squarepants crew:
the house party rocks!

the third wrong number
for a coughing advert found
in the village voice.

if i could explain,
i would, but this mobile phone
needs a good phonebash.

(mostly because the
voice mail indicator takes
long, massive snooze breaks.)

barely november
and stores play christmas carols;
i'm sick already.

to bring needed spite,
let zorak mess up santa
and throw eggs around.

greeny flower says
i am a posting machine
with yesterday's posts.

rather than a stream,
i'm bursting technology.
happy november.

before i forget:
boo on the bad DNS
for closing the net.

i cannot websurf
if many of the site don't
know their domain name.

remember my bout
of losing my metrocard?
my wallet ate it.

damn damn damn damn damn.
why can't i properly track
all my belongings?

it's time to confess:
who stole my my metrocard?
or did i lose it?

(don't mind my blaming:
as an act to reconcile,
read my young ones ...thing.)

the monkey don't mind,
the monkey will be well read
if you read that tome.

life becomes funny:
liveliness means no updates
(they won't let me in).

sauna gets slower
when the university
students start in fall.

found this off memepool:
would you buy your child this toy
if it came from this?

the honest truth is
graig kent has all my cd's
so i'm musicless.

although this is just
temporary, until i
can figure my move.

today, all i have done
is pack and run for tissues.
dusty allergy?

whilst packing, i found
my digital camera
software CD: yeay! 2002 August 27 10.14