Sonnet Dare: In Which A Friend And I Wolf Whistle At The Geologic Universe

I doff my hat to William Donahue
For pointing out a thing that's truly hawt:
Both Geo Hrab and his fair partner, who
Already easy on the eyes, have got
Classy new looks! The Maestro grew some hair;
Not on the pate (thank Bog), but on his face
(And yes, that makes him Evil Hrab), right where
It should be. And MsInformation's grace
Is stunningly enhanced by cute new specs.
Applause is due them both, I do agree!
Though crashes may result as rubbernecks
At their most fav'rite crosswalk bend to see
Them as they ward off those fools who would press
That button. This could all be quite a mess!

BONUS SONNET: In Which I Bluff My Way Through Some Chat Show Aftermath

Ostensibly we gathered round to talk

On art and commerce and just what went wrong

With Fincher's Alien 3. It did rock

Though we digressed a bit as five quite strong

Artistic types will do. Then came a thought:

Since Ridley Scott is who's been picked to helm

A prequel Alien, who really ought

To take Sigourney Weaver's role? A realm

Of possibilities occured: J Roth Cornet?

Ann Hathaway? I won't embarrass Brent

By saying who he picked; you'll hear it yet

When CUT goes live. Then Tim Coyne went

With Minka Kelly, who I'd never think(a)

But sure, by all means, go link(a) with Minka.

In Which I Spend An Afternoon With Phil Rossi

Phil Rossi's book's great chart rush is today,

As I may have said once or twice before.

He's on Ustream right now and, yes, hooray

He's playing tunes and reading tales of yore.

I've died already to a nerdgasm

(Redneck-flavored) from when he up and played

A NIN tune "Hurt" with much more than just some

Cash-flavor (Johnny Cash, that is). I'm flayed

From watching him play through this set.

His book is doing well, and he's aglow.

MsInformation's there with me; we'll get

Him uncovered ere he decides to go

Off to the pub to drink and celebrate.

Huzzah for Phil! His novel IS that great!

BONUS SONNET: In Which I Realize That Balticon Is A Bit Of A Misnomer

I spent this weekend, nose against the glass
(Entirely in a sad, virt'ual way)
As folks from far and near converged en masse
On Baltimore to pass the time of day
With Charles Stross and others I admire.
O Balticon! I'd love so to be there.
The internet permits me to inquire
As to the doings, who and what and where
The action is. I'm somewhat puzzled, though.
The folks I know keep sending photographs
Of mostly-bacon BLTs. I know
They're taking these in quest of some cheap laughs.
I'm laughing, too, but mostly at my game.
Won't Bacon-Con be a much better name?