poem for rain

                               so, there's rain.
                       it's mostly wet and grey.
                 it makes you cold and annoyed.
            if you go to a rainforest you'll get eaten by
             scorpions. which at least'll stop the cold.
              until rigor mortis sets in. you might get
                  buried somewhere cold though.
                     like antarctica. where there
                        are no ants or tics. or
                         siberia. where there
                          are some russians.
                           or maybe wales.
                                wales is
                                  rainy.
                                   yep
                                     .


It's upside down. k

A Quick One While He's Away (BSDA #10)

Which is the title of a song by the Who. In all seriousness, I can't be bothered to blog tonight. So here's some light music. (It's like I've put you on hold for, like, a day.) Nice thumbnails too. :)

These songs I was listening to in history today while writing facts about the economy, society and politics of America in the 1920s and 50s. Did you know the first year without a lynching in recorded American history was 1952? (Inside joke.)

I'm sometimes more interesting on twitter. And it's only 140 characters. Hit me up there at antmoorfield. And follow this blog. If you want. After all, you have... (musical change of pace)