Cleverish

Though this blog is more journal than public blog, and though it's (far) more intended for myself than anyone else, one can't help being aware that others do pop in, now and again, and read one's thoughts.

So.

How to be clever today, when I'm (barely) neural? How to be interesting and literate for that sparse but not-nonexistent audience?

Poetry?

There once was a man from Nantucket.....

Mebbe not.

A haiku?

Tapping upon my keyboard
the smell of boring
permeates my cubicle.

Well, I don't actually have a cubicle, but the structure of haiku, so forth, temporarily cyberly placed me in one.

How 'bout porn?

He placed his quivering hand upon her thigh, his eyes greedily taking in her goodies. She smiled at him, and offered him what he so desperately desired. As he placed his hot mouth upon it, the taste of hot, wet roast beef filled his senses. It was a hell of a sandwich.

P'raps one should not write porn on an empty stomach.

Then how about an HNT?

The world is an infinitely better place when I keep my actual clothes on; but I was thinking of posting a snippet of a performance -- me singing "The Quest (The Impossible Dream)" from "Man of La Mancha". The quality (especially the sound) of this ain't great, but it is what it is. I, personally, can't even watch it -- I've learned from (bitter) experience that seeing a performance of mine ruins it in my memory, since I always judge it with mondo harshiosity. Still, it's me, it's what I did, and I'm posting it, I think.

Posting this -- and I'm still deciding, even as I type this -- is at least as scary as posting any picture of myself could possibly be -- and, frankly, WAY more naked.

(brief pause)

Okay. I did it. I uploaded the scene to YouTube, and if I do this properly, the embedded video should appear below:



God, is this ever scary!