Back Online Limerick and Wine. . .er, Whine

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On Friday the unthinkable happened. My internet server, Bellsouth, experienced an extended outage and  internet access became impossible for---gulp!---four solid days. I could access neither my blog, email accounts nor Facebook. Due to appointments and such, a visit to the library or a friend's house to borrow a working computer was out of the question.

So how did this internet junkie deal with being severed from her technological window to the world? I whined a lot and. . .er. . .wined, because let's face it, no internet!  Hey, don't judge me. I didn't just sit around and swig from a wineglass, you know. I also ate chocolate and watched recorded episodes of the new Hawaii Five-O; and if you've ever seen Alex O'Loughlin shirtless you won't ask why Five-O is my new Must-Not-Miss. Actually, now that I think about it, losing the internet wasn't all bad. Just saying.

In honor of my return to the blogosphere I wrote the following poem, limerick style:

There once was a blogger who cried,

The week that her internet died.

She posted no stuff,

Neither serious nor fluff.

With technology she did collide.

When finally the techs got it right,

The internet beamed to her site.

She tried not to pine,

For all the missed time,

And the stuff that she nary did write.

(Oh, how I missed Microfiction Monday!)

So now she is back to her blog,

A veritable computer hog.

She’s still mad at Bellsouth,

‘Cause they shut her mouth,

With four days of internet fog.

The story is over, my friends.

But this lesson was learned at the end:

Your internet cherish,

Lest connection should perish,

And leave you with no blog to tend!

Thanks for sticking with me through the black hole of internet failure. I can't possibly catch up with all the posts by fellow bloggers, and I'm sorry for that because I know I've missed some terrific stuff; but I'm glad to be back on board!

How do you cope with internet outages? Do you grumble, suffer in silence, or haunt the local internet cafes?

Loving my internet connection --
Lisa

I'm a Fibber!

April is national poetry month, and as a writer I believe it should be celebrated. I feel the same way about Easter, so it seemed reasonable to put the two together. Unfortunately, I am not a great poet. Since humor is the main ingredient in my bag of tricks I tend more toward limericks than anything else. Behold:

There once was a bunny named Cass
Who hid Easter eggs in the grass
She knew they were bound
To some day be found,
Except for the one up her.....dress.

(Expecting something else?)

Maybe I should set humor aside for today. The limerick is a fine way to pay homage to the Easter bunny and DayGlo eggs, but Easter as a religious holiday deserves to be treated with more respect.

As I do celebrate Easter's deeper meaning, I have looked to a style of poetry that is based on a mathmatical, numeric sequence found in nature and is called the Fibonacci Sequence. This was referenced in the movie The Davinci Code. A "Fib" is comprised of six lines and confined to twenty syllables. The syllable per line count follows this sequence: 1/1/2/3/5/8. "Fibbing," similar in form to haiku, is becoming popular. I felt up to the challenge and offer now my first official "Fib," intended to celebrate Easter through poetry with no wayward bunnies or colored eggs to be found in the grass or anywhere else.

The
One.
In love
with mankind;
eternity sings
His sacrifice on angel wings.

I wish everyone a blessed Easter, and that's no fib.

God bless -
Lisa