Thursday, December 11, 2008

Here are my definitions of "Trekkie" and "Trekker" in 55 Form.

But just to be clear, I'm really much more of a Star Wars fan, so please don't lump me in with any of these people.

: )

Trekkies 55

These guys take Star Trek a little too seriously.
It's more than just a show to them.

A philosophy.

Even a lifestyle.

Reality check!

Trekkies are ridiculous,
and it's okay to laugh.




ALL people are laughably ridiculous somehow.

Even you.

So remember, 
when chortling: 

Trekkies are free
to laugh 
at you


Trekkers 55

They heard "Trekkie" being used as a perjorative. They didn't like being mocked.

Their response?

"I'm not a Trekkie. I'm a Trekker. Trekkie equals freak. Trekker equals fan."

They turned away from others like themselves (but moreso) to join the mocking mainstream that will always chuckle snidely anyway.


I'm a Trekkie.

Beam me up!


Friday, December 5, 2008

Wordplay 55

Anna Gram and her pal, Inne Drome,
Lived in a mixed-up, backwards home.
To Anna, time might be a mite,
But Inne, in time, emit would sight.
"U R A Mat" to Anna spelled "trauma"
While Inne announced, "A Mall a Llama."
Inne loves "Anna." Anna loves "Nein."
Sharing wines they saw grin shine.


Saturday, November 29, 2008

Back to Childhood

Asian supermarket, Thanksgiving Day.

Package of cookies showed me a blue cartoon cat with no ears.

Are you kidding? Is that cat still around?

Maybe he's Taiwan's Mickey Mouse.

Checking out, I wished I'd learned some Chinese at my friend's house while reading that cat's comic books.

Just enough to tell the cashier, "Thank you."


Thursday, November 13, 2008

The Gift 55

I've gotten some swell gifts in my life. Some from people, some from luck, or fate, or the Divine, if you believe in those kindsa things. 

What's the best gift ever, for me? Well, there's being alive, of course. But everyone gets that. 

The best gift
just for me? 

It's when she said, 
Be you.


Friday, November 7, 2008

Vinyl Repair Kit 55

Phil had a thing for blow-up dolls. Not cheap ones - painted faces, seams in wrong places. Good ones: molded features ... realistic hair ... blue eyes.

His dream? A life-size silicon woman to hold him and listen.

Phil had a thing for blow-up dolls. And it had taken him just one passionless marriage to get there.


Friday, October 31, 2008

Just a tip 55

I've been told I have cholesterol problems.


I've been told herring is good for my cholesterol.

                                                    I like herring.

I've been told oatmeal is good for my cholesterol.

                                                   I like oatmeal.

Walnuts? Yeah, good for cholesterol.

                                             And I like walnuts.

If you have cholesterol problems ...
                          do not put these things together.

That is all.


Thursday, October 30, 2008

Halloween 55

We shall rise from Earth entombing
We shall storm moon-haunted night
We shall glut our hungry wanting
You shall whimper
You shall cry


We have waited
                Now We Strike

Maws and claws and flames and venom
                See us
                        Fear us
        Flee us

                weak things,

                    Mortality's hour




Friday, October 24, 2008

This Week, Better Than Last Week 55

work work work work work work work work work work work
work work work work work work work work work work work
work work work work work work work work work work work
spoke  to a  friend who'd  read  one of my  books,  gushed
work work work work work work work work work work work


Friday, October 17, 2008

True Life 55

work work work  work work work work  work work work work 
work work  work work work work work work work work  work
work work work work  work work work work  work work work
work work  conf. call with client work work work crying work
work work work  work work work work work  work work work


Friday, October 10, 2008

55 on an old-fashioned answering machine

Toward the diner, uncertain. Remembering: Beeeep! "Meed me ad Meg's Diner. Sigs o'clog. Sorry I soud bad, god a code," click. But was she Janine (breakup: two weeks ago) or pink-hair girl (drunken dancing last weekend, shouted phone numbers now forgotten)?


The Past?
Or a promising future?

Probably catch a cold either way.


Thursday, October 2, 2008

Wishful 55

Reading Dan Simmons' Hyperion.
Every chapter~story somehow
better than the last.
Turning page:
"I wonder what's next."

Wonder after wonder
from the iPod.
"I wonder what's next."

Full of tubes.
Antiseptic smell everywhere.
Drug-woozy ... still in pain.
Let me clearly
"I wonder what's next."


Wednesday, October 1, 2008

My iPod Says, Listen Up, Rockers!

Non-rock-and-roll types can move along ... nothing to see here on this post for you, sorry to say.

Okay, so if you're still here, and you dig heavy metal, and you haven't already checked out either of these bands, you SO super-owe it to yourself to do so.
Dethklok - Yes, it's a cartoon band, but that doesn't stop it from rocking.
Therion - Whose genius idea was it to put opera singers in metal? I'm pretty sure it was these guys. Have a listen to Lemuria/Sirius B if you want to hear mostly choral and opera singers cranking out on metal tunes, or listen to Gothic Kabbalah if you're more in the mood for rock vocals and some operatic bits thrown in.

On the other hand, if you're more of a retro type, go to or iTunes and check out the Tornados.  I highly recommend "Love and Fury," "Ridin' the Wind," and "The Breeze and I." You can get more Tornados than you probably want to hear for $8.99, since they basically made one awesome album in 1962 and then spent 4 or 5 years repeating themselves. But at least half the stuff on any of their various compilations is great. By the way, don't confuse them with the Tornadoes, an American band that also did instrumental/surf music in the '60s, but with an "e" in their name.

Finally, everyone who's been dying to hear insanely ridiculous and occasionally naughty/gender-confused lyrics over hard rock music combined with dance/disco beats and synthesizers should rush right out and learn about The Electric Six.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

55 on a passing fantasy

She was a sunset

Eyes so blue

Hair the red
of fusion
hovering right at the edge
of the sky

Her moods
the whole span
from light to dark
with no shade
or color

She was a sunset

and now
come --


will it be abyssal

(assuming the hyphenated compound counts as one word)

Saturday, September 27, 2008

55 on an ugly moment

She made me say a mean thing to her.
I suppose I might just be being a jerk,
might just be blaming the victim here.
But I was giving
and giving
and acknowledging
and agreeing
and conceding
and still she had to go
and say
So I was mean.
And then we both cried.