In Which I Discover A Helpful New Tool

A TV show is good for quite a lot

Or so TV would like us all to think.

Once in a while, one truly hits the spot;

One's found that helps me as I sit and drink

Far too much tea and take up my sad task:

That NaNoWriMo project from '08,

Which I must edit down. So which, you ask,

Of all the shows, am I finding so great?

Community. Its genius is profound:

Both deeply stupid and sharply observed.

I watch it and my wheels go round and round,

Then break, refreshed, resume my work with verve,

My scornful inner snarker satisfied,

I sculpt with freedom and a kind of pride.

Who They Jivin' With That Cosmic Debris?

I'm no economist, nor engineer,
But something in the skies torments my brain:
While it's a given now that with the sheer
Amount of stuff we've launched outside our plane,
A lot of paths will cross in orbit, there.
But lately it just seems that there's too much,
Too many things to track; it turns my hair
Pure white to contemplate. It seems, as such
It might be time to start to do more than
Just bob and weave our stations, shuttles out
Of harm's way when collision threatens. Can
We not begin at least to think about
Removing at least some of it? Or - shock!
Designing craft that throw off much less schlock?