Boy Howdy

I haven't had much time for recreation since Christmas Break, but I have visited a few strangers' blogs inbetwixt and inbetween. I witnessed malicious warfare in comments boxes that made my eyes smart. Man, and I thought I had come under attack. Makes me appreciate even more the refuge I have taken in obscurity. I am wayyyyy too easily stung to endure a verbal assault of that proportion.

There are a lot of blog cliques out there, characterized by bloggers who write self-congratulatory posts in which they claim some epiphany or self-actualization that has made them better people, with the rather masturbatory expectation that they will be gratified by their comment boxes bein flooded with complimentary responses. And often, they get their fix because they delete or ban the ISP's of anyone who dares to offer a dissenting view. It's all so transparent and rather pathetic, and I find it irritating. Maybe I'm bein a snob, but I don't need that.

But boy howdy, there are some cruel, angry people out there. Gimme shelter.

p.s. Some day soon, I'll spin a little yarn.

p.p.s. The above p.s. is directed towards Leslie, who is my sole reader and gratifier :)

I'm a Mommy

I've never been pregnant. Haven't adopted anything but critters. So lemme splain...

This morning my grade 11's are writing their English exam. After the flurry of textbook returns and "permission to write" slip issuing, I strolled down to the exam room to field any questions. I'm not scheduled for supervision for another hour and a half, but I guessed that my kiddles would want their mommy. I was right. Boy, was I right.

No sooner did I step into the gymnasium, than a dozen hands shot up. They were like blind baby birdies stretchin their yawps wide open at the slightest tremor to the nest. "Feeeeeed me, feeeeeed me, just one more morsel of knowledge pleeeeeeeeze!"

At least I don't have to give em the keys to the car....

My Fourteen [Lines] of "Fame"

Today I received a book in the mail. It's a Canadian anthology of poetry entitled Songs on the Wind, and on p. 92 is the goodbye poem I wrote when I lost a friend, Dale Fedorchik, to lung cancer. It's a bit of a thrill to be officially published, but even more, it's wonderful to have a lasting tribute to the impact this amazing man had on me, despite the short time I knew him.