NCIS is all like,
how can I shove in some exposition up in here.
Tag: Critiques
Almost got me
Ideas were building all night,
by the third I knew it was time.
Begin by moving windows to hide clutter,
and move on to editor-selection:
nvAlt, of course.
No, that’s where I store shit.
TW is where I do my serial work.
WP, keep it where it lives!
That was an evil dream
until I remembered
QuickCursor could save my soul;
it drops down to reveal
(bless me, and calm me) WriteRoom.
social network integration abuse
Out of the naiveté of pure joy I decide to tweet “For you: anthophilous, lover of flowers”,
The earth fractures when there’s not a Twitter bookmarklet in my Bookmarks Bar.
I am left in a ruined landscape. There are chunks of what some claim are clues of a former society, but it seems unlikely that anyone could have ever lived here.
And then I see a Share button on the Poetry Foundation site.
The landscape sprouts momentous pine trees that dig deep into the sandy soil. I breath deeply and relax and the sky goes black.
Followed by the thunderous launching of a new tab being populated with thudding hailstones of esoteric social services.
cOOtopia?
ZingMe!
Poetry Foundation, all yourelses are Zen, your AddThis is not.