Hey guys,
I had another long break between classes today and instead of pondering the meaning of life or why 42 is the answer to every question I may have, I decided to write another poem. It just came out. It must of been the ham sandwich, warm water, and imported chocolate I had last night for dinner. Anyway, hopefully you'll laugh.
Reaction to buying a 4 dollar knock-off for a prescription pain-killer
We only have one store in town,
the big bad wolf come to destroy everything we hold dear,
or at least drive all other businesses from the bank of our river.
So when my wife asked for some prescription pain-killer
(and also some latex-free "friends")
I forced to face the fiend.
They were painting the L
when I walked into the gaping maw
they call a sliding door entrance.
A friendly old person, brain-washed
to say only 'Hello, would you like a cart?'
asked me if I would like a cart.
I told her no, thank you,
turned, ran out the door,
and slipped on a puddle of freshly spilled white paint.
The Manager of the monster
brought me a 4 dollar knock-off for the pain,
which I took it home to my wife and said,
"Sweetie, next time aspirin and latex will have to do".
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
The Final days are here
Not to be outdone by my wife (it took much pushing and nudging for her to post something on this blog) I am typing this to you all at 11 pm, when I should be doing one of those unfinished projects. Writing blog-posts is loads more fun then discussing the meanings of colors and how they apply to the many different versions of love found in Salinger's Nine Stories. Besides, I just finished watching a hideous movie entitled Becoming Jane which painted Jane Austen as a love sick puppy whose only work with reading was Pride and Prejudice which is just plain wrong.
Moving on...
Finals have begun for me this week. I have 4 papers, 2 presentations, and 1 final exam which involves a couple of black pens, 8 different books, and as much logical bull crap I can use as filler text for my already dried up brain. Almost makes me want to hang the sense of it all and stay home playing WOW. Ah...but then the books keep calling my name like spurned lovers that live next door and never move away. True that could be because books can't walk, I've broke the spine on most of them, but then again they can't really call out my name either so...
I want you all to know that I have completed a life long dream of mine. No, the novel is a couple pages, chapters, drafts, decades away. I started a t-shirt company with one of my friends. We call it snagtees and, hopefully, we'll have a website up fairly quickly. More on that in future posts.
Another happy note: I finally get to teach a class that I enjoy starting next week. Digital Scrapbooking for Beginners. Originally I was an graphic design major before I was an English major (why did I change? I hear the monitor asking me, well it had something to do with Anne Sexton and Douglas Adams and realizing I can't draw) and so I enjoy putting together pages on the computer where my limits are set by what I can think of.
More pushing and nudging will be involved with getting Becca there. I just hope her leg is well enough for her to sit through the class with me.
Till next time, I'm working on a new poem to post. I'm sure you will all love.
Lance W. Pincock
Moving on...
Finals have begun for me this week. I have 4 papers, 2 presentations, and 1 final exam which involves a couple of black pens, 8 different books, and as much logical bull crap I can use as filler text for my already dried up brain. Almost makes me want to hang the sense of it all and stay home playing WOW. Ah...but then the books keep calling my name like spurned lovers that live next door and never move away. True that could be because books can't walk, I've broke the spine on most of them, but then again they can't really call out my name either so...
I want you all to know that I have completed a life long dream of mine. No, the novel is a couple pages, chapters, drafts, decades away. I started a t-shirt company with one of my friends. We call it snagtees and, hopefully, we'll have a website up fairly quickly. More on that in future posts.
Another happy note: I finally get to teach a class that I enjoy starting next week. Digital Scrapbooking for Beginners. Originally I was an graphic design major before I was an English major (why did I change? I hear the monitor asking me, well it had something to do with Anne Sexton and Douglas Adams and realizing I can't draw) and so I enjoy putting together pages on the computer where my limits are set by what I can think of.
More pushing and nudging will be involved with getting Becca there. I just hope her leg is well enough for her to sit through the class with me.
Till next time, I'm working on a new poem to post. I'm sure you will all love.
Lance W. Pincock
Life at the Moment
Life as a homeowner has its moments. Until recently, our shower had a dripping problem for about a month. It called for a family council and intervention. Since then it has been drip-free for a week. We hope it will celebrate several years of this.
A little neighbor girl decided to pick the newly bloomed crocuses in our flowerbed to brighten her Care Bear bearing stroller. While securing her almost abandoned blue Care Bare, not Grumpy – the other one, I told her not to dig in the dirt or pick my flowers. I believe it went in one ear and out the other. We’ll see. However, upon inspecting my flowers today, I noticed there are a few flowers still attached to their stems and one completely naked. This isn’t a good start.
My sweet husband has been such a good sport. I’ve been having some leg issues for the last three weeks, which have progressively gotten worse; Hop-a-long wouldn’t even begin to cover it. He has done everything he can think of to make me feel less stressed – like the dishes and laundry. Unfortunately, that has done nothing to lessen his stress. Wish I could tell him not to worry about me, but I wouldn’t be able to if the roles were reversed.
I’m hoping to get a video tour of our quaint little home on here, but that requires Lance’s assistance and he’s into the last part of the semester with projects galore to finish. Just to give an example, it has a bath tub and a shower, however they are not in the same room, but on opposite sides of the house, which isn’t very big.
We’ve developed pictures from our wedding and there are some gems there! More to follow!
A little neighbor girl decided to pick the newly bloomed crocuses in our flowerbed to brighten her Care Bear bearing stroller. While securing her almost abandoned blue Care Bare, not Grumpy – the other one, I told her not to dig in the dirt or pick my flowers. I believe it went in one ear and out the other. We’ll see. However, upon inspecting my flowers today, I noticed there are a few flowers still attached to their stems and one completely naked. This isn’t a good start.
My sweet husband has been such a good sport. I’ve been having some leg issues for the last three weeks, which have progressively gotten worse; Hop-a-long wouldn’t even begin to cover it. He has done everything he can think of to make me feel less stressed – like the dishes and laundry. Unfortunately, that has done nothing to lessen his stress. Wish I could tell him not to worry about me, but I wouldn’t be able to if the roles were reversed.
I’m hoping to get a video tour of our quaint little home on here, but that requires Lance’s assistance and he’s into the last part of the semester with projects galore to finish. Just to give an example, it has a bath tub and a shower, however they are not in the same room, but on opposite sides of the house, which isn’t very big.
We’ve developed pictures from our wedding and there are some gems there! More to follow!
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