Seppo Down Under

Random thought(s) of the day....

1) Loneliness is like a tuna sandwich without bread...so basically it's like, just tuna...

2) I'm convinced my bubby is the only person in the world who reads my piece of crap blog. He is the only one who posts any responses. I'm not a page designer, so I have no idea how to put a counter thingy on to see how many people jump on the page, or at least pass by while surfing random blogs. If I did have a counter, I would jump on my own page all the time just to pad the numbers and make myself look more popular! It's like rolling back the odometer of an old car before you sell it, except it's not like that at all, except there are numbers involved.

3) I have noticed that there are alot of blogs where people post crappy poetry. Art is subjective, of course, and so I think most of the attempted poetry lacks inspiration. Too many people with the melancholy blues spouting free prose about darkness and raindrops of disparity and depressing shit like that. What happened to the old fashioned limerick?

Wasn't there once a man from Nantucket?

Wasn't there once a girl from Wheeling?

What about Uncle Bud? (bubby will get this one)

Tick a dog, tick a seed, tick a bear.........(another inside one from Poppy Fleetwood)

Please, crappy poetry writer guys and gals, try something upbeat instead of how your soul has shattered like the peaceful quiet of the morning....you really do make me want to listen to REM and hang MYSELF in the shower by my shoestrings! With that, I'll leave you with a treat...an old classic (and one of the first, and only, I ever learned and remembered compliments of Thos D.).

There once was a girl from Wheeling,
who thought it was a good dealing.
To lay on her back, and open her crack,
and piss all over the ceiling!