Out of the Office August 16-21

From Yawndave's Yo...

QUEST de REST 2007

Dear reader(s)(?): please keep an eye on Slate's "Bad Poetry Contest", where the previous post's prose has been submitted in a second (the first having failed miserably) bid for immortality. The competition over in Slateville is extremely tough, though; not unlike a carapace. Or a piece of slate, when you think about it. The winners will be announced on the 18th, when I hope to be incommunicado, somewhere in the Range of Light.

Ode to a Ten-Striped June Beetle

Ah, tenstripe, I saw you there
Victim o' your love of light
Cow-Orkers mine, they didn't care
But live on, I hoped you might

They'd rather pet their cats and dogs
Spray, shoo, smash your carapace
But I wonder, and I thank the gods
I looked into your hissing face

(thanks to google images)

When friends DO give a flying crap...

...it's a wonderful thing. This digitized, possibly versatile disc arrived in a pizza box. No shit.