Another winter wonder(if it will ever end)land

Things certainly have changed

When I was a little kid (lo, these many moons ago) I used to have child-like dreams. Dreams of dragons and monsters and sometimes, dreams of little fairies and other imaginary beings with magical powers.
But then I grew up and my dreams matured with me. I still dream of dragons and monsters and such (like the taxman) but my dreams of the little ferries have changed.
Such is life.

It's getting warmer!

Oh my. Spring is in the air. The sky is turning from black to a lovely shade of greyish-blue, the lake is starting to thaw and the temperature is begining to edge upwards towards the freezing point. The winds have shifted away from due north and the North pole and soon the sun will make its annual appearance and then the snow will begin to melt and disappear for several months.

February in Canada.

Oh yes, the other highlight? Spring training starts in less than two weeks. Soon it will be time to shovel drifts away from the barbeque and start the begining of Summer.

What an optimist!

Writing on a borrowed computer - by Fstop Steve

Once upon a midnight dreary
While I pondered weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume
Of some "Google" lore

While I nodded (nearly napping)
Suddenly there came a tapping
As if some thing was gently rapping
Gently rapping on the hardwood floor
"‘Tis a termite there" I muttered
"Merely this and nothing more"

Suddenly there came a whine
From a computer (is it mine?!)
A subtle snap - a little pop
A wisp of smoke rose from the top

The monitor was dark and dead
My body filled with instant dread
I shook it; slapped it; twisted knobs
The room soon filled with wracking sobs

My hopes of playing now were dashed
My computer system - it had crashed!
I raced it to the shop in town
“The thingy’s stopped – my system’s down!”

The tech approached with steady gaze
“I’ll have a look, but it might be days
before you have your system back"
(And get your meaningless life on track)

So home I slogged, dejected and
depressed past words, my thoughts still ran
of pixels, keyboards, ROM and RAM
I'm part computer - that's what I am!

And so I came back to my room
and thought of picking up a broom
to sweep the floor of dusty bunnies
buy a paper; read the funnies

But it's not the same, this paper thing
I miss my games, that electric zing
that keeps my eyes and brain in motion
while flying jets across an ocean

And it's on the computer I've been told,
and living in my little world,
that Sweetie says that I'm the best
(which means, I 'spose, I'm not a pest)

And so I sit here, drinking beer here
My heart so full of sorrow
“Sorry Sir, not fixed just yet;
But call again tomorrow”

(with apologies to Edgar Allen Poe)

Church in the moonlight

While not a particularly stunning photo, it is unique nonetheless. It is a 30 second exposure using nothing more to light the scene that a cold winter's night and the light of the full moon.

Well Doctor, the last thing I remember

after putting the screwdriver in the light socket was a flash of light.
Then I guess I took a nap and only woke up when the tingling in my arm got worse.
Do I have any side effects, you ask?
My memory seems a little off.
My memory seems a litlle off.
Did I mention my memory seems a little off?