I am smitten with

I am smitten with little kittens
with peaceful looking doves,
silly looking salamanders,
and a host of other colorful characters
I could alliteratively allude to.
But would that be true?

Perhaps i am just smitten by large-breasted women,
or staring at the moon in the middle of the night
with a pack of wolves, Michelob and Camel Lights.

Too trivial, I hear you saying.
And perhaps so. I am being a little predictable,
But maybe it's just writer's block.

Where does smitten come from, anyways?
Smokey Mittens?

It's been a while since I updated this site again. It seems to come in waves. The requests pile up until I can't procrastinate any more and I unleash a few entries on the world. I wonder what sort of impact these will have on life in the next millenium. Will people look back to these 20th century scribbles as words of wisdom or rantings of some cave-dwelling sand-scribbler?

Which all makes me wonder if there won't be some strange twist in history or some pratical joker with nothing better to do, who won't take every word found on the internet one day, print it out on some crappy, deterioriating pile of paper and toss it into a cave one day, erasing all the known contents of the internet. So that some future archaeologist will someday stumbled upon this cave full of writings and wonder what it all means.

Will people be able to make sense of all those AOL chat transcripts, those online catalogs of self-help books and gangsta rap cds, the hordes of people naming their own prices for airline tickets and liver transplants? I seriously don't know. This is where my scientific skills of outer-body predictive meditation fail me. I find myself going one of two ways on this one:

1) The people in that future time, when monkeys have suceeded in taking over the positions of power in all governments around the world (and a few on other planets), all seriously believe that the internet was some hoax, started by organized religion in order to convince us of certain basic religious principles (besides the obvious ones like the evilness of simulated sex in UPPERCASE letters). or,

2) That the internet failed to catch on, with hundreds of thousands of hardened geeks and nerds falling from their short-lived pinnacles of riches, fame and fortune to be returned to working in basements and garages with no chance of success, but rather just the gentle reassurance that Hostess makes many delicious food-like products and that comics, television, and movies do make for rather pleasant pacifers for a life with no hope.

Which of these will be correct, I can't decide. I just throw them out as my best guesses at what the future hold in store for us and the future of this thing that I am writing for. And when that practical joker does print it all out, I sure hope he prints it on that cool green and white striped paper they used to have in all the computer labs. It just looks cooler. Especially if all he has lying around to print it with is one of those old daisy-wheel dot matrix printers.

We can hope, can't we?