I was looking for inspiration for a Siderial Exalted game, and found this poem from Fantastic Poems.com

Taurus It would be to your benefit if today you went wild. Let your hair down and what will be will be. Today is the day when you should unleash your inner child. Why do I bother? You never listen to me.

(The poem is © Adam Rulli-Gibbs 2000-2006)

Also, meanwhile, http://spreadsheets.google.com/pub?key=pBaa5jLw2QW-opEugEVAw is the best dumb internet thing I’ve seen all day.

I felt like writing bad poetry, so I have started a category for it. You do not have to read it.

This is Not My green Subaru

It’s raining, and I left my umbrella somewhere (where? Not sure. Not here, anyway) But I got a close parking space, so it won’t be so bad. I spot the car on the far right of the parking lot, about three rows back, and run for it, clicking the unlock button as I get closer. The lights do not flash, and soon I realize why. This is not my green Subaru. Someone else got a closer parking space.

Leaving the grocery store, hands full of milk and bread and cheese. I walk towards where I think I left the car—a bit left of the exit, and near the back of the lot. The bags are heavy, and the one with the milk is ripping, as usual. I passed a red Subaru, a blue one, and now a green one, but I still have further to go. That is not my green Subaru.

Sitting at a stoplight, I notice the cars ahead of me. One is red, one is sea-foam green, and mine is pine green. All Subarus, but only one is mine.