So, this morning, I got to work, set up my laptop and made a phone call.

While on the phone, I noticed that the computer wasn’t coming up. Maybe I hadn’t pressed the power button hard enough or something.

Tried again.

It runs but there was just a black screen.

Tried rebooting. Nothing.

Drove home to get an external monitor. I’d have to run off of that for a bit.

Drove back.

Plugged in monitor.

Booted computer.

Nothing.

It seems that the video card in the laptop is toast. And, apparently, that requires a full logic board replacement.

May take up to 5 working days. Working days.

And that’s if the computer doesn’t have to be sent back to the manufacturer.

Fun.

So, I am running off of an older computer right now.

A computer without access to my files.

Which doesn’t matter too much considering most of my application programs won’t run on this computer anyway.

Also, no access to my eMail.

Wonderful.

And the mouse on this computer doesn’t fully work right.

On Wednesdays, avoid the whipping wrens. Redux!
They tend to be really mean hens. Redux!
They’ll lift your glasses and break the lens. Redux!
They’ll mess up your desk and scatter pens. Redux!

Oh, be wary of these vengeful fiends. Redux!
They’ll even eat all your kidney beans. Redux!
To foul your hair, they have the means. Redux!
They’ll even go after kids and teens. Redux!

Oh, be careful when heading out the door! Redux!
They’ll not end their tricks, they go for more. Redux!
Your pockets they’ll pick, and leave you poor. Redux!
Try to grab them and like eagles they’ll soar. Redux!

Oh, I do implore you to warn all your friends, Redux!
Of these sneaky, dangerous whipping wrens. Redux!
They’ll invade your kitchens and your dens. Redux!
They’ll never stop, not until Wednesday ends. Yeeeeeeehawwww! Reeeeeduuuuuuuux!

Be mindful of black ‘n’ white spots,
You may spot them in the corner of your eyes.
You might think them blurry dots,
But those are your mind’s little lies.

For what they are are not innocent tots,
Nor are they servers with fries.
Which makes no sense from pans to pots,
But such is the way of deepening cries.

What they are are trailing cows,
Who’ll follow you around your lots.
They’re not they’re to attract your wows,
All they want is to connect the dots.

They will not eat from feeding troughs,
Instead they want to feed from your table,
Sit in chairs and wear pretty boughs,
For as long as they are hungry and able.

Be mindful of black ‘n’ white spots,
They are not fits of your imagination.
They are not harmless surfing bots.
But are cows not content with their station.

There is a medley on Monday,
Of flowers and songs and hay.

A medley that has some hay?
Horses approve, wouldn’t you say?

They won’t even ask for a tray,
On which to eat their hay.

But hay won’t keep a vampire at bay,
For that you’ll need a bright sun ray.

Oh, it would be a nice sunny day,
And the vampires would stay away.

But, the sun falls at the end of the day,
And the vampires come out a say “Hey!”

Oh, you magnificent long-titled post,
You’ve been given such a gift by your host.

To have such a title is better than toast,
But maybe not as nice as a fresh roast.

Even still, oh post, be humble; do not boast.
Or at the end of the month may come your ghost.

Now is not the time for you to coast.
Or maybe it is, who really know’st?

You are surely the title with the most.
Letters that is, oh lovely blog post.

And so we bid adieu from your host,
As we come to the very end of this post.

I think I became too dependent upon photographs and other images.

At times, it is much too difficult to think of something to post, and not having a photo to insert to fill in for “1,000 words” tends to make matters worse, not better.

So, let us try an experiment.

Fall is a beautiful time of the year. So, imagine a beautiful fall photo here:

Isn’t it beautiful? No, it’s not an early winter! (Though don’t be surprised if this same imaginary photograph appears for the first snowfall, but, honestly, that’s sort of dependent upon your imagination, isn’t it? You should be imagining trees with leaves in beautiful colors, or maybe those fallen colorful leaves spread across the ground, or something other than a big ol’ white space.)

In this corner, we have a lame Friday post.

And, in this other corner, we have the other half of the lame Friday night post.

Put the two together and let’s get ready to rumble!

So, what happens?

Nothing.

Because two halves of a lame post are still one big ol’ lame post.

October is a dangerous month for commoners and for kings.
It is the month where you need to be mindful of thundering things.
They come out on Thursdays, with their knives and throwing rings.
You’ll know them by their thundering steps, and not one of them sings.

In your car or van or horseless carriage, they will leave mighty dings.
With your siblings or your lovers or even your sheep, they’ll have flings.
They’ll fall from the skies, as they leap from roofs and cast their wings.
Better hope you’re not outside when come the times for their feedings.

Oh, you must be careful, so very careful of these thundering things.
They’re more monstrous than anything you’ve seen in old paintings.
They’re more fearsome than anything you’ve seen in film showings.
They are heavy and sound of thunder even when they’re younglings.

It would behoove you to stay indoors, far away from even puddings,
Which they enjoy and hunger for and seek out early in the mornings.
They will keep people as pets and treat them like their playthings.
That’s, of course, before they tire of them and need to feed hatchlings.

Oh, beware of the mighty and scary Thursday thundering things.
They are so strong and frightful, they even scared off the vikings.
You must lock your doors, stay inside and patch any weak ceilings.
For with these Thursday thundering things, you’ll want no dealings.

On Wednesdays, avoid the whipping wrens.
They tend to be really mean hens.
They’ll lift your glasses and break the lens.
They’ll mess up your desk and scatter pens.

Oh, be wary of these vengeful fiends.
They’ll even eat all your kidney beans.
To foul your hair, they have the means.
They’ll even go after kids and teens.

Oh, be careful when heading out the door!
They’ll not end their tricks, they go for more.
Your pockets they’ll pick, and leave you poor.
Try to grab them and like eagles they’ll soar.

Oh, I do implore you to warn all your friends,
Of these sneaky, dangerous whipping wrens.
They’ll invade your kitchens and your dens.
They’ll never stop, not until Wednesday ends.

On Tuesdays, beware!
For out come the Tripping Turtles!
They’ll trip you near their lair,
And you’ll fall into myrtle.

Yourself don’t let them ensnare,
Whilst eating your whey and curdles.
For they will lap it up on a dare,
And your stomach will have the gurgles.

Oh, beware, beware!
Of the Tuesday Tripping Turtles!
They won’t pay their cab fare,
And you’ll have to jump their hurdles.

They’ll strip you completely bare,
For playing dress-up is fun for turtles.
On their heads they will wear
Your rolled up socks like little soldiers.

Your shoes and pants they will tear,
And sew your shirt into girdles,
And laugh and laugh at your purple underwear.
Oh, you best avoid the Tripping Turtles!