Discarded poems

I wrote four poems, all triolets, this week, as part of . I’m posting them here so that anyone who is even a little intimidated by any of my poetry can remember that I am really just a talentless hack.

Trek Triolet

I’m not a “Trekkie,”
Though it’s my pride and joy.
Still, the word does not convey me.
I am not a Trekkie.
A “Trekker,” perhaps, or just one who says “squeee!”
At sightings of Leonard Nimoy.
But I am not a Trekkie,
Though it is my pride and joy.

The kindness of strangers

Thank you, sir, for your regard.
I have always relied on strangers.
My reputation, not to be marred,
Thank you. Sir, for your regard,
I present to you, life is hard
And people are its greatest dangers.
Thank you, sir, for your regard.
I have always relied on strangers.

No smoking

No smoking here,
It’s bad for your health.
So whereve they serve beer
No smoking here.
A balanced budget’s a dream, we fear.
But smoking fines add to our wealth.
No smoking here;
It’s bad for your health.

LiveJournal Addiction

I constantly read my LiveJournal
Looking for something, always seeking.
Somthing I love in the community fraternal,
I constantly read my LiveJournal.
I can’t seem to get away from this infernal
Site with a friends page that can’t stop speaking.
I constantly read my LiveJournal,
Looking for something, always seeking.

And finally, the poem I did actually finish and enter in : Read the FAQ.

DDR, Backpacker Dog, S2

I plaued DDR for about an hour tonight. Whew! I am soooo lame and a total newbie, but, who cares? I’m dancin’ solo, in my underwear, in the privacy of my own home!

Hammer’s backpack arrived today. It fits, but it’s a bit loose on him, which leads me to believe their sizing is a bit off for deep-chested, skinny greyhounds.

S2 custom styles are now do-able: http://www.livejournal.com/customize/advanced/ It’s totally beta and very very undocumented, so don’t ask even me for help, because I know nothing at this stage. I am, however, considering making a style for myself or someone in the near future. But not right now.

Work was a bitch today, bitch-slapping me around. I have until Friday to get work done for next week because I’m home next week (and yes, they do want me to finish all my pending projects before I go on “shutdown” without pay, thankyouverymuch).

I finished two release notes yesterday, only to have the software go through YET ANOTHER FUCKING REVISION this morning– requiring new release notes for the software. I swear, that fucking s/w developer does this EVERY DAMN TIME– changes shit up to the last second, then it breaks, then he changes and releases again to the last second, which breaks– because he never gives them time to test it!!!

I did finish a project that was a minor fact-fix to a document, but it’s a fact that really needed to be fixed (mis-stating the dimensions of a tool so that the customer doesn’t leave enough space for it– these tools are larger than your average commercial freezer).

I also almost-finished a document I’ve been working on for several weeks, and which I’m rather proud of. I was even printing it out in color (which I do when I’m about to send it to document control) when I realized that there’s a missing graphic that I need– which might screw up the page numbering and shit. So I stopped the printout (just on the page where the graphic’s missing, so at least I didn’t waste paper), and put it on hold until tomorrow when, hopefully, the engineer will give me the promised graphic.

Unfortunately, I’ll probably finish this document on Friday just before leaving for the week– and there’s a document that should release simultaneously that I just will not have time to finish before I go. SIGH. And that’s for the new dept. I’m shared with, which means the manager is enough of a bastard that he called in one of his engineers to work this week (during the engineer’s shutdown week, when he had marina reservations and his kid’s spring break and everything). And of course, the manager in question is in France this week– so he’s not even here to ask questions or get approvals anyway. I need to remind him that I have a passport and speak French– I’m sure there’s nothing he’s doing in France that I couldn’t do in his place (well, that’s not true, but I’d like to go to France). If he calls me at home to come in next week: No Hablo!

Hmmm…. and now I’m getting chilled again. This happened yesterday after DDR, as well. I ended up shivering so bad, I had to put on a sweatshirt and sweatpants to go to bed– and I wasnt’ feverish, my body temp had actually dropped. Anyone know if this is a common/known side effect of rigorous exercise in the evenings?