Poetry. A Change Of Pace

Poetry. A Change Of Pace

Nymph of the Woods Sitting as I love to do, watching nature fresh and new, Bright new buds of flushing blooms, tiny little red mushrooms, Just the kind that pixies love, and watching birds soar above. Catching all the scents of spring, lost in aimless wondering. The gentle breeze upon my skin, with thoughts of freedom deep within. Gazing at the rays of sun, dancing in the leaves above. I look at what is all around, natures gifts that do abound. Then close my eyes and hear the song, of birds that sing all day long. Relaxed and peaceful, as I rest, I’m lost in nature at its best. I

A Head For Science Fiction

A Head For Science Fiction

Science fiction fact. Not as much fun. When reality exits the pages of a book or falls from the silver screen, and lobs into the lap of reality, somehow the magic of science fiction is lost. Especially when it is over my breakfast. In a severe blow to fantasy, an Italian doctor from Turin, Sergio Canavero, is in the midst of making plans to conduct the world’s first head transplant within two years. As I read the article in The Guardian (of course), over my bowl of Fruit Loops, my disappointment was replaced by a head full of crazy ideas. Yes, my head that is. The first that hit was a

I Fart Too!

I Fart Too!

As a long time internet resident, one facet that has always fascinated me is fantasy. We have the good fortune of being able to present an image of ourselves to the world, minus our faults and foibles. Whether it be via a website, blog, chat, text or any other form of internet communication, (now poetically called social networking) we present ourselves in our best possible light. That is natural of course. But where it gets interesting is when the image is partial or total fantasy. The starting point would have to be our profile images we use. How many of them are recent? How many of them are even of

Can You Spare Me A Trillion?

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My personal understanding of economy is ‘spend less than you earn’. This motto has always kept me out of financial trouble and even prepared me for those rainy days that seem to happen along from time to time. To my mind it is simple responsibility and common sense. If for some reason I forget to pay a bill, or run a little short from one month to another, there is always someone ready to remind me of my responsibilities and send me a polite reminder, or in some cases mild threats and intimidation. Read banks and tax officers here. However, I don’t mind. It’s all part and parcel of our