More Mouse Droppings

in Sundries

Sans cigarettes I can’t compose. As if my hacking away resembles in any part a composition. And while withdrawal will continue, my remarking on the abstention should be absent any future post.

I sure as hell hope so. But trust that I will continue to boast of small victories. Like the one yesterday. Which started soon after my first mouse size dropping of a nicotine lozenge. I suffered a computer mouse failure.

Not a easy catastrophic giving up of the ghost, but a more problematic and diagnosis necessitating symptom of the hit and miss nature in successfully being able to correctly and timely cut and paste. In fact, the bastard little rodent of the bit and byte was apt to chew up words and sentences and then retch up a jumble gumbo of alphabetical puree. Not always, but often enough. And after factoring age, and administering a blast of compressed air, which appeared to result in no appreciable remedy, I removed the squirrelly little critter from USB life support.

But that wasn’t the aforementioned victory.

Seems a couple of years ago, out and about, on another computer accessory run, I had purchased two back-up mice for just because, and the price was right.

But that’s not the victory either.

My triumph was… I recalled where I stored those punkie little peripherals. To the right closet, the exact shelf, the specific box.

The longest part of the entire operation was recalling the safe-cracking skills needed to free the cut and pasting pestilent from it’s SCIF like plastic packaging.

I am the champion.

Bad Poem

Where Every Post Is The Last Post

gravy, this last year here
posting as post mortem reads
maudlin,
maybe…
but my turn to anachronism in 
verse 1
mummies the moment to presentism

a riff of a gift
if you’ve got the rhythm,
and righteous in your ability
to preview our collective past
and eye the half-mast current of
our culturally collapse.

Waving, and at the data driven.

Is it cloudy for U 2?

another NaPoWriMo spring training exercise 2018

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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