awesome co-poem developing in the comments here:
July 10, 2008
I can say it’s awesome, since I’m not writing it alone. Blythe makes me a better poet. I adore her for that. I can’t wait to Facebook marry her, although I do hope we don’t lose our writing spark once the honeymoon is over.
Also, the whole process of our co-poeming is laid bare in the comments. I think that might be as neat as the poem that is unfolding.
P.S. I have made a new category in my sidebar for all my Facebook brides and brides-to-be. Marry me and you too can be listed in this category. Notice Neil Kramer is there. He’s my first Facebook bride.
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If you don’t credit Dana (by using her full name and preferably by linking back to the appropriate post) for however you copy, distribute, transmit or adapt her words, you are being bad. And naughty. And she will have her servant monkeys hunt you down and cut your hands off so you can never copy, distribute, transmit or adapt anyone’s work again and call it your own.
(Unless, of course, you were to use your butt cheeks to manipulate your keyboard with the copying, distributing, transmitting, adapting and whatnot, but Dana fortunately has only met one person whose butt cheeks are that talented. He could play a major third on a piano using nothing but his ass. She kids you not.).
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Awwwwwww… I was kinda hoping to be your first facebook bride. :/
(But I’m honored just to be on the list.)
No, it’s alpha order. I can’t change that up on this dumb wordpress.com hosting thingie I’ve got going on.
You are my second wife, though. My first (and current) wife is Neil.
Oh, I just meant I didn’t realize Neil qualified as a wife, so I thought (chronologically) I got to be first. But I’ll take what I can get.
If I had a fancier blog where I could control my sidebar to a greater degree, I would totally list you first. Well, second, to be fair to Neil. Alpha = my only option. You shoulda named your blog Aaaaaaaaaaa. That would have assured you a place at the front of the line.
Something really fucked up just happened to me that has shaken my resolve to interact with people outside the confines of my own home. It’s tabloid scary. OK, not that scary, but still scary.
Oh no! What happened? Can you tell me? Email me?
(Concerned frowny face.)
I e-mailed you. You are going to laugh and cry. It’s oh so funny and fucked up and sad all at the same time. I am not even making any of it up.
I want to stay married to you for a whole month. Can we?
You are right… I did laugh and cry. Laughed at the twinge of irony, cried at the painful familiarity of unexpected, unwarranted conflict.
I think this must be a trick question. Or rhetorical. Of course I want to be married a month (I think the honeymoon phase can last that long; six weeks would be pushing it).
Ye got some emailin’ to do, lass.
Deb, what’s I did wrong? Do I have some e-mailin’ to do to explain myself of something? Do you just want me to send you my sad story of the thing that be bad yesterday? Wha?
dana, this sounds like fun (facebook marriage, that is!). sorry to hear about your tabloid scary story. did this happen online? just curious.
Odessa, it happened on e-mail. I am healing from the whole incident, though. Kinda.