If you learn nothing else, commit this flow chart to memory:
That is all.
If you learn nothing else, commit this flow chart to memory:
That is all.
God, I hope his name was James. He bought me lunch, you’d think I could make a point of remembering. At this point in Blogathon, however, I’m lucky if I can remember how to use the alphabet.
In any case, James, while appreciating a good snark and laugh as much as the next man, specifically requested that I post something genuinely moving tonight, and as I was sifting through my Tumblr for blog fodder, I found this video, and played it.
And I started to cry.
So here, James. This aught to do it even if you HAVEN’T stayed up all night. Behold one of the living natural treasures of the West Coast, Shane Koyczan, performing his spoken word poetry on Beethoven.
With just under three hours to go in our 24-hour blogathon, it’s critical to remember to stretch and move to maintain flexibility and alertness. Whether you have chosen Track A (alcoholic) or Track B (bore) routes to your Blogathon experience, at this point you should be capable of running through several of the following yoga poses as you are waiting for your post to upload.
Well, Blogathon IS supposed to be for a good cause. Sure, I’m raising money for the Federation of BC Writers by posting 48 (or so) posts in a 24 hour period, but there’s no rule against my doing that by supporting the excellent cause of the noble and endangered Pacific Tree Octopus, of which we have spoken movingly before.
Here is the chanteuse of the century:
and here is the quote of the century:
In lieu of the “It’s Complicated” relationship status,
Facebook should go with “It’s Devastating.”
11:05 PM Jun 8th from web
evilbeet
Love is a Losing Game
For you I was a flame
Love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came
Love is a losing gameOne I wish I never played
Oh what a mess we made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing gamePlayed out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing handSelf professed… profound
Till the chips were down
…know you’re a gambling man
Love is a losing handThough I’m rather blind
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind
Love is a fate resignedOver futile odds
And laughed at by the gods
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game