cabbitzilla

From a conversation earlier:

Fox: We just spontaneously burst into haiku on public. x.o

Me:
I had heard this, yes.
Like many things, Haiku happens
when unexpected.

Me: (Sorry. Was in the kitchen. :p)

Fox:
Quite understood, but
now my meter is off, so
I must seppuku.

Me:
I shall avenge thee.
While the blade still holds your heat;
buried in thy foes.

Fox:
Ooh, that sounds just great.
So I guess that it is time
to stab myself. Urk.

Me:
My God, they killed Fritz!
Those dirty rotten bastard whores!
My best friend, he bleeds...

Fox:
If we don't stop soon,
all creation will fall next
to the poem's weight.

Me:
What is creation?
Random elements mixing,
forming odd creatures.

Fox:
What do I see here?
Far too many tentacles.
OH GOD! CTHULHU!

Me:
See the Japanese:
in short skirts the women play,
courting wrig'ling loves.

Fox: x.x
Me: *laughs* Sorry. I'm trying to keep in theme. :)
Fox: 'sno big deal. :p I was trying to break the poetry. Was running out of ideas.

Amazing what happens when I've got Meat Loaf roaring in the background. Hrm. I wonder if the Loaf is conducive to prose... I do have a couple of projects languishing and gathering dust. I'll have to poke at that. Which reminds me: I need to see if OpenOffice.org has made any more progress on a native port to OS X.

*grooves to Loaf goodness* Yeah, hit me with those power ballads. Mmmmmm. Well, this is just sitting here and not getting added to, so I'll close it out.

This entry stops now;
idleness gets me nowhere.
There are things to do.

Yeah, it's rubbish, but it keeps me amused...