The Last Hour On Earth

This poem means a lot to me for a number of reasons, the greatest being that I read it as a humorous poem about love, and I made it from a story about the Westboro Baptist Crazies. That's what I like about these blackout poems: making something new and sometimes completely opposite from the original words.

Here's the poem in during the creation phase (complete with picture of said Crazies).

Appearances.

I found these two pictures and think they go together.

More Great Music

Just watch 'em - you won't regret it.

A Metaphor For Last Week's Hockey Game

Best viewed with "Eye of the Tiger" playing in the background.

Go Tigers!

The Final Act

Specialization

"A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects." - Robert Heinlein

At Arm's Length

Figured I'd post this one, as it's already up on the blogosphere.