More poetry

Today, the spam poetry was a touch more minimalist — “The Moon and Stars”
by Vera Vobornikova*. It reads, simply, “I love thee.”

* Who may or may not be a real person. Vera, if you are, and you didn’t send me this little note, somebody out there has some explaining to do.

Poetry in motion

Today I received an incredible short poem in my in-box, entitled “THE BEST WORKERS ARE”:

THE BEST WORKERS ARE

HERE!
We are as close
as your phone you can have the most outstanding personnel
ready to help you compete, win and receive your well
deserved prize.

Make sure to be the first to
visit our web site to secure the most trustworthy and qualified
personnel.
Strong Men
Decent Women
Ready to start working for you in
your home, office, or business workplace

Eat that, Robert Frost!

Doctor Who?

Mike Sterling on Doctor Who:

Maybe I’m just reading too much into the performance, but Tennant’s Doctor feels a little more alien to me…there’s the occasional expression, or pose, or look in his eye that tells you “this isn’t a normal person.” Which is good, since the Doctor isn’t a normal person, and the occasional reminder that this character is not a human being, and is dangerous to be around, is what gives Doctor Who that additional level of gravitas that keeps it from being just another sci-fi superhero fightin’ the aliens-of-the-week.

If the historical home’s a’rockin’, don’t come a’knockin’

Gwenda Bond writes:

I used to know someone who had done a stint working at one of the Laura Ingalls Wilder houses, and she swore the staff routinely found underwear and beer bottles on Monday mornings.

I would not have pegged the Little House on the Prairie as a good spot for drunken debauchery, but…well, I guess that shows how little I know of drunken debauchery, much less author homes.