In Which I Start Another Blog

Sometimes I simply cannot say enough

Within a sonnet, though the challenge to

Pare down and keep it pithy, short and buff

Is good for me, it will not always do.

Thus my return to prose opinions should

Be no surprise. I've started with a rant

About an adaptation. Is it good?

It feels that way, though I really can't

Claim it's a masterpiece of reasoned thought

It's honest and it's what I think. No one

Should feel compelled to read it (though you ought

If my opinion's what you seek). I'm done

With settling for a shoehorn job when I

Can ramble on like mad, yell at the sky!

In Which Distance Becomes Even More Meaningless

Most of my friends don't live here in Cheyenne,
But I still may pass entire days with them.
The internet is chiefly why I can,
That and a cell phone (what I have's a gem!).
In Saratoga Erin, graciously
Engaged in conversation, geeking out
And, of course, playing games with silly me
On Facebook. We are even on our bout
As these scant lines emerge, but we're mid-game
On number three, is all. How wonderful
That she has this free time, and she will spend
So much with me, in telepresence. Pull
Me from my dreary day? Well, I'll say yes!
And give all thanks that I've found Facebook chess!

I Still Miss D&D But I've Found a Balm For This Pain

I'm of a certain age; I'm an adult,
With adult roles and claims upon my day.
There's more than just my wishes to consult,
And I'm required to plan ahead to play.
In college days, a good role-playing game
Was measured out in sessions hours long.
We'd play for days or weeks with no great shame.
And focus on keeping our stories strong.
No longer do we have that luxury,
My friends and I; thank goodness for the fact
That other folks with less to do than we
Have come up with board games that can compact
Role playing games onto an evening's fun.
And Arkham Horror is my fav'rite one.