Well, I went to check my website this morning and this is what I saw:
Needless to say, this was not what I expected. Now, I’ve done some pretty crazy stuff after having too much to drink, but I went to bed early last night, and had only one small glass of wine, so I’m pretty sure I didn’t do it.
It did make me wonder why, if they’re really trying to get their message out , they didn’t commandeer a more popular site… or at least one with a readership more into trying new things. Or they could have just bought some Google Ads. To be honest, I’m not sure the “Saudi Arabia Hackers” are really trying to spread the word, or just trying to randomly annoy people. And although it is annoying, a teenager once threw an egg at me out of a car window and that was WAY more annoying. Anyway, it’s all sorted out now. But I’m not real good at this computer stuff, and hopeless at security, so if you see some religious diatribe in this site again (ALL HAIL MIGHTY THOR!) please bear in mind I didn’t put it there. Unless I had a little too much to drink, that is.
Well, I have fallen behind.
I am three days late on the posting of my latest poem. I apologize sincerely to the two people paying attention… but I was out with the family at the cottage, and then I had some work to catch up on, and then…
I know, enough of the excuses. GIVE US THE POEM!
Wow, you make a lot of noise for two people. Here it is, a little late, a little rushed, and very sorry to have incovenienced you, this week’s poem.
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YOU’LL GET THERE SOON ENOUGH
Life always ends in a tie
You can get ahead of someone but they’ll catch up in the end
You can be smarter, happier, richer, but you can’t be deader
I ran for a while
It was a lot of work
Then some people ahead of me
Stopped
I stepped over their bodies
Then sat down
Watched the others pass
And knew
I’d be seeing them soon enough
I’ve been spending most of my time trying to get the new Arrogant Worms’ site up and going (arrogantworms.com) so I haven’t had too much time to do anything here. But, at the very least, I will continue to put out my weekly poem. I’m still not sure why I decided to put out a poem every week–I just figured I had to do something and songs are hard to record and have to rhyme. Here it is:
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THE TASTE OF LOVE
She came to me on an ice cream truck
Covered in chocolate and sprinkles
She came to me on an ice cream truck
In a cone, that did not taste good, but did the trick
I grabbed her in my hands
She melted
I was left with sticky goo
I was a mess
People walked by, pointed and laughed
But what did I care?
I was covered in chocolate and sprinkles
Now that I am on the internet I consider myself a bit of a computer expert but, every now and then, even I learn something new–like don’t plug in the power cable for your printer into your computer. It’s really a bad idea. Although the brand new computer I am typing this on is quite nice… although a little expensive.
So there you have it. You can thank me later.
And now, this week’s poem.
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SOMETHING FISHY
Don’t talk to me of tuna salad
I know you eat it and it is full of vitamins and minerals
And not very expensive
I never bring a lunch
And I am not ashamed
The food court is my paradise
Small stands fused together
Full of grease and starch
Like I am
And when I come back
You are gone
But I can still smell the tuna
I have recently signed up for Google Analytics (which lets you track all the web traffic on your site and displays it in nifty CNN election coverage type graphics) and I am pleased to announce that Trevorstrong.org has already had six visitors!
Amazing!
So if you are one of those six, and are visiting again, I thank you very, very much. At the moment the site isn’t even officially open yet… I’m still trying to figure out what the hell to do and the how the hell to do it. But, because I am now aware that at least someone other than me is dropping by, I have decided to put new “content” (as they say in the internet biz) on the site on a regular basis. Henceforth I will post a new poem every Monday–they may not be long, they may not be good, they may not really be poems, but they will be new. Of course, it’s already Tuesday, so I’m starting it off with a lie, but it probably won’t be the last time.
So thanks again. Let’s make it ten visitors by the end of the week!
And now, this week’s poem:
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THE EMPTINESS INSIDE
A garbage can sat waiting to be picked up
It was full but lonely
A mouth stuffed with things no one wanted
It didn’t even want them
But what else could it do?
It was a garbage can
Then a man picked it up
Oh Joy!
Like flying!
Upside down
Filth falls out
Then SLAM! back on the ground
On its side
Prostrate and empty
And It longs
To be filled
And emptied
Once more
I have decided to blog because that is–so I am told–what you do. Actually no-one has told me this directly; I use the “so I am told” in a very loose way–what I mean to say is that from the exhaustive research I have done I recognize that to drive traffic to a website new information (or “content”) is always needed. Or course that information might be completely meaningless and self-referential (see this post), but that doesn’t seem to be the point.
Not that I would know what the point is. And if I did it would be beside the point. What does a point beside the point look like? I’m glad you asked.
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I think I’m beginning to get the hang of this.
Anyway, my only goal was to write something longer than a sentence, and I have succeeded with flying colours. I’m already up to one hundred and fifty-five words.
Good for me.