Sonnet Dare: In Which I Summarize Some Follow Fridays

Cruel Nikki dares me rattle off by name
Those Twitter folk I've called as stalkable.
Al Bruno, Oliveri, Cullen - blame
Her that you're abused here. The lovable
Dear BardoRobot, BlazingBetta and
Ms. Jennybeans and Melzer, Ron McD
And Christian Wiehs, Stephan Spiegel, oh man!
O Jason Copland, Tee Monster... let's see...
My Bonfire rescued me from a migraine
(Or at least staved it off). My Lisbeth West
And Oliver T. Earle both make it plain
This world's a wonder. I can't choose the best,
From 'mongst my Twitter friends, mostly eschew
This Follow Friday thing. How about you?

In Which I Randomly Summarize My Day

A Babelfish for Boomhauers is my wish,
While CapnMarrrrk craves bacon swizzle sticks
For his hot chocolate. My girlfriends dish
About some guy I've never met. So ticks
A boring Satuesday doing shift work.
The Bonfire can't stop with the choc'late nosh,
While Sarah tries so mightily to shirk
The lure of her new iPhone (with panache,
Though I still bet she checks here). All the while
Dear Oliver plots death for those who pace,
And Christian works so hard to make me smile
Translating from the Deutsch. Oh, ow, my face
I laugh despite a melancholy start
To this, my day. I thank y'all from my heart.

In Which Christian Weihs Gets Older, Just Like The Rest Of Us

Of Austrians I know a very few,
As Christian Weihs and I have often joked.
There's Robert Musil, Christian and, um, phew!
The rest are all Hapsburgs, as best invoked
In histories. My favorite is clear:
Christian is fun to talk to o'er the net,
Has taste in books and stars and, never fear,
In people, too. And I am not done yet!
The funny that he brings is super-sly
And often in a language I don't know
But closely parse; one day I'll have to try
To learn it right and will one day do so.
O Christian Cryo-Tank, happy birthday!
Go out and celebrate as best you may!

More Wishes For Recovery!

He talks a lot like my old Macintosh,
And like that gadget, he has blown my mind.
Today he's in the hospital, awash
In well-wishing from, I'm sure, all mankind.
O Stephen Hawking, much you've had to say
Has lit'rally and figur'tively, too
Gone over my wee head (but that's the way
I like my thinkers!). I will tell you true:
I sometimes feel like I'm a small black hole,
Per No-Hair, garbling info I take in.
I won't, therefore, make quoting you my goal
In this, my sonnet, sparing all chagrin.
I'll only share my admiration, and
My awe at your life's work that's beyond grand!