Lord of the Rings Limericks: Please add your own in comments

There once was a wizard named Gandalf,
Who fought the Dark Lord to a stand off,
Then the lad from the shire,
Brought the ring to the fire,
But Gollum bit poor Frodo's hand off.

Vermice poem.

Vermice's wrath is like hiccups;
it flutters in the buttercups.

Vermice's ire is like Lufrane;
it runs and then it runs again.

Vermice's mad is like Vermom's;
it scorns Verdad but never harms.

Vermice's anger is like mine;
its good or bad, but never fine.

Sandwich

Waiting for a veal parmesan sandwich.

Overcome with anticipation.

I drum my fingers while I wait.

It will probably be disappointing.

It arrives.

It’s not disappointing.

It is a delicious expression of everything good.

Bread.

Cheese.

Sauce.

Meat.

I am rejuvenated.

Invigorated.

Life is a joy.

For me.

For the baby cow?

Not so much.

John Keats, Trash Blasters

Closely-orbiting O'Keefe satellite Lee B recently recommended I read a Keats poem about fall, so I did and then I decided to write a poem. I'm hoping it will help me exorcise out of my brain some words and stuff that I have trouble not thinking about. Enjoy.

The poem:

Negative zone daemonic hellscape riven with darkly pupating fist-smasher insectoid ravening biscuit-whifflers, bustling with eleven elven men stabbing your soul drinking the lemon-squinted drubble drink pouring out of your eyes, landing on a pad of green green grasses, waving in the windy wind while your white wallephant wails for whiskered wandering witch warrens, teeming with troubled toe tasters. Sudden shock, bursting your brain, washing your spectral dream place with acidic slime molds, seeping into every nook and cracky cranny, fusing your space holes free of webbed molecule breathing hostile bandit crafters, caustic sportsmen hammering away at the dogs of war, whipping away at the horses of sin, thrashing away at the donkeys of disdain, erasing the last remnants of spectral final tornado pulsars, turbid washboard eclipse spaniard potion doctor fraught pastor last distracting trash blaster stratus flashes burning your iris, papyrus inscribed with the diets of pirates.

Observe the Hand Closed

Rescued from eternal obscurity, mixed into a page of notes from a Soviet History class from 3 years ago, while unpacking boxes.


Observe the hand closed:
Pointer like an eye shut,
Fingers like puppies in a bed,
Thumb like a hand over the eyes,
Nails like faces trying to hide,
Knuckles an arched back.
Pinky, the cold one, nuzzling in,
never gets a better spot. 

Fall: Second study.

My Watercolor

14 year old Cristy

Another Watercolor

This watercolor is the beginning of a story. Well not really the beginning, but close. More frames to come. What happened to cause this scene? What happens next? All in good time.

Random watercolors

Since watercolor is the theme here are two lil paintings of an apple that Laura and I did here at the beach. I also painted a mug.

Working on designs for a mural. Art is mega stressful sometimes. Overcommitting. Everything's public and high-stakes. Maybe it would be better to work as a Data Entry Specialist and stay amateur. 

Watercolor: Path

Watercolor: Flower

Watercolor: Path

Larry the Lure

The Latin teacher at my school asked me and another teacher to help him this summer by illustrating a Latin comic. This comic is sent out to the Latin students once a week-ish along with some questions about it, and they read it and answer the questions and email them. The comic is called Larry the Lure, and it is about a living fishing lure named Larry (or Laurentius in Latin). This may seem strange, but it definitely isn't (a Latin student during the past year brought this lure to school every day and it became a minor celebrity). I will include one chapter of LtL for your enjoyment here.

Me and Barry by Barry and Me

Barry and me decided to draw ugly portraits of each other, it took me a while but here they are for the enjoyment of all.

Certificate of Appreciation

Family, 

I would like to announce my appreciation of the following fact, which oft I dwell upon with furrowed brow, eyes wide to the darkness of my sleepless room. The truth must out!

Of all of the people I know in my generation and count among my friends from every era of my life from pre-school to graduate school to this very year and month and day there are only a few who have graduated from college, still fewer who did so without many setbacks and struggles, and still fewer who used their education to make or participate in anything outside of a paper or a test. 

Of all these many and various souls there are but a few now who have found stable committed relationships, a very few who are married, and still fewer who have marked many joyous anniversaries with perfect felicity.

Of everyone I know who I call my peer I've come across almost none who have built a nest of skills and relationships fit to contain a child, still fewer have conjured the courage to summon forth a babe, and be unto it as a Mother or Father.

Of every child of the 80s and 90s with whom I am closely acquainted I know nearly none who have found gainful employment at which they excel and improve, and still fewer who work in a field that engages their creativity, and still fewer whose work has clear purpose and social value beyond themselves. 

And of these few who have found success in these ways, I know but one - one and one only - who has found all four - all four blue corners of this blue four square of young success. 

Long have I admired, and long shall I admire a role model for any wayward youth:

My brother Tom

Take not for granted his brave example - nor let thine eye wander from the narrow road. 

Love,

Barry

DAD, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

Happy Birthday Dad!

Hope it was a good one.

-D

Happy Birthday Arthur!

Arthur,


I hope you've had a terrific birthday.

- UNCLE D

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY OF BIRTH KJ-OK/ AK-OK

Restored Recording by Dr. Cornelius "Thumbs" Pianeer

When we don't have paying work to do at the Staunton Media Lab, we mess around editing interesting bits of video and audio. If the link works, you should be able to listen to an amazing recording we restored of the legendary Dr. Cornelius Pianeer creating a symphony of sound on a Karimba thumb piano. Y'all celebrate your independence now! Here's another link, in case the one above does not work.

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