Mild-mannered soul Gets the mic, becomes legend. KTV is life. I went to a friend's goodbye party last night. It featured KTV (karaoke) I may have got a little carried away. But hey, it keeps me off the street. If anyone in the country wants to go to KTV together, I am totally game. Just … Continue reading Taipei Haiku #72
Month: April 2018
(PSA) State of the Blog Address
This is the 201st post. That's something to feel good about. First thing's first: I'll be continuing the daily haiku. Second thing's second: those fake news articles are way, way, way more popular than anything else I post. My focus must consequently shift to them. I am currently working on a separate site for historical … Continue reading (PSA) State of the Blog Address
Infinity War Haiku
Handsomest man dead. Who's meant, with such candidates? Let the debate rage. Considering how many ridiculously attractive men are in the MCU, that everyone's rankings are largely valid and defensible, and that my own opinion of who the handsomest is changes depending on the phase of the moon and which movie I last watched, this … Continue reading Infinity War Haiku
Britain Gifts ‘Definitely Not Haunted’ Franklin Expedition Ships to Canada, Inuit
Britain has officially gifted the HMS Erebus and HMS Terror, the recently rediscovered ships lost during the Franklin Expedition of 1845, to Canada and the Inuit, stating they were 'definitely not haunted' and there was 'absolutely nothing to worry about.' Said Susan le Jeune d’Allegeershecque, the British High Commissioner to Canada, during the ceremony at … Continue reading Britain Gifts ‘Definitely Not Haunted’ Franklin Expedition Ships to Canada, Inuit
‘Grant’, by Ron Chernow – Haiku
Ever pondered how Often Grant fell off wagon? Let's investigate. Grant, by Ron Chernow is a great book and a great biography and it is certainly very thorough. To the point where, if you went through the book and made a tally, you could probably come out with a pretty accurate number of how many … Continue reading ‘Grant’, by Ron Chernow – Haiku
Taipei Haiku #71
Sunny day smoke break. Squirrel chitters, tail a-fluff. Buy your own, rodent. Squirrels largely rule the roost here at Chiang Kai-Shek Memorial Hall, although I have seen the occasional rat. They will be here long after humans are dust. (I don't actually smoke, incidentally. But I wouldn't put it past a squirrel to bum a … Continue reading Taipei Haiku #71
Homely Woman Can’t Get Laid, Does Not Go On Killing Spree
Some context: it appears as though the perpetrator of the recent Toronto van attack was an incel. Believe it or not, women get rejected too, often continuously, and yet... Megan Macdonald, a 21-year old English major attending University of Victoria, has never successfully sealed the deal with a dude, yet has not gone on a … Continue reading Homely Woman Can’t Get Laid, Does Not Go On Killing Spree
Wuthering Heights Haiku
So much sturm and drang Might be sidestepped with our friend, Pharmaceuticals Cathy and Heathcliff certainly could use them. The other characters could possibly be well-served with just the services of a shrink. Nell Dean certainly needs one after years of dealing with everyone's accumulated shit. Whoever decided this book was a goddamned romance and … Continue reading Wuthering Heights Haiku
Taipei Haiku #70
Young love so frail Dies like youth if hands not clasped Each goddamned moment If you can't deal with standing behind your significant other instead of beside them on the escalator for a goddamned minute, I have bad news for you: your relationship is doomed. It is very confusing. Presumably, these couples have used the … Continue reading Taipei Haiku #70
The Days of Stonild Lark, by Linnaeus Fryer – Part V
Behold, the fifth part! For previous installments, as well as all other Animas stories, click the 'Animas' category tag at the top of the post. Thanks! Sir Stonild never revealed to me the precise reason behind her decision to enter the political arena, particularly at such a young age - nineteen summers, then as now, … Continue reading The Days of Stonild Lark, by Linnaeus Fryer – Part V
