blog.0k

Back from hiatus
He says he will blog again
How long will it last?

symbols

Oh nev, why do you hate symbols so?
Plagued by the dread of PHP you are,
An ugly language with broken comparitors.

Perhaps re-indocrination is all that's needed,
To see, that symbols are the way of the future.
Long live ruby.

R0s3s R 1337!!1111!!

R0535 4R3 R3D, V10l375 4R3 BLU3, 1337 P037RY 5UCK5, BU7 50 D0 Y0U?

The day the router sort of died; fishbulbv2 is replaced; a new router finds a home.

"Forward my packets" the computer requested.
"Ok" replied the refurbished router.

"Forward my packets" another computer requested.
"Ok" replied the refurbished router.

"Forward my packets" the third requested.
"Ok" replied the refurbished router.

"Forward my packets" the first computer requested.
"Ok" replied the refurbished router, "but only to this address".
"you suck" replied the computer, and the router was thus recycled of its power source.

Things went on like this, in un-poetic fashion, for many months.
Connections were lost (especially zeroK's).

Many months later, on an otherwise inconspicuous tuesday, the refurbished router wouldn't fix itself.
"BLAST!" cried its owner as he shopped for a new router.

Thus was the day the router died.

Morse Haiku

dot dot dash dash dot
dash dash dot dash dash dot dot
dot dot dot dot dash

Autological Haiku

Five syllables here
Five syllables just above
Five syllables here

The Dell Printer

The printer made by Dell
The printer made by Dell
Hi-ho-the-derry-o
The printer made by Dell

The 1710n
The 1710n
It's black and white
And pretty tight
The 1710n

It comes with Ethernet
And USB you bet
The memory
32MB
But more you later can get

It doesn't work with Mac
That's just a plain ol' fact
But it looks nice
And it this price
Some smiles we should see crack

The printer made by Dell
The printer made by Dell
Hi-ho-click-the-button-yo
And buy one for yourself.

--woot.com

Monday

I.
Hate.
Mondays.

Cold coffee

Thick with envy, I am not.
Thick with sludge, my cold coffee is.
A spoon stands in it and mocks me.
My warm beverage is no longer enticing.
Still I drink.
Face contorts at the bitterness.
Lovely aftertaste.
Ahh, cold coffee.

Caffiene iv

This poem is called caffiene iv.
That might sound like 'caffiene 4' if you'd read the previous poems.
Alas, that is not the case.
My caffiene iv is what keeps me going.
It's what get's me up in the mornings.
Whoa, this is not a poem at all.
Then again, is free-form pose just bad poetry?