Time Machine Dream

Recently I had a dream
I took a trip in a time machine
Sitting in a director’s chair
soon surrounded by big permed hair

“Shoot the video!”,
Martha Quinn demanded
“Crank the fog machine!”,
I commanded

I saw it all in black & white
Pretty girls with horses
Desert gas stations
Raptors in slowmo flight

Heavy makeup on the boys
Sports cars, yachts, and other toys
Jump cut to working class scene
Factories gray, fields of green

Dancers dancing
Guitars screaming
So artfully done
There must be some meaning

Alas! All dreams  do end
I’m awake and old again
But in that MTV-fueled haze
I remembered youthful days

 

 

 

 

 

The .htaccess poem

.htaccess file
Why do you bedevil me?
Oops! Bye bye website.


The file in question is integral to Apache web servers. It is can do wonderful things when letters, numbers, and certain characters are arranged in the correct order.  It can also take down a website if the letters, numbers, and certain characters are not in the correct arrangement. The devil is always in the binary details.

They say you should “write what you know”. This, I know.

A disco dancer’s lament

Some days I feel old
Showed off my disco dance moves
Sore muscles followed


We had an all-day conference at work today.  After lunch the moderator helped the crowd get our energy up by asking us all to break into small groups and bust out some dance moves.

Luckily, when I was in eighth grade the Sisters of Notre Dame taught us how to disco before our class dance.  I’m not as limber as I was when I was thirteen.