A one-time school project gone terribly, terribly wrong.

09 January 2007

'Tis Here, 'Tis Here!

The Shakespeare meme has been making its infectious rounds of the neighbourhood. And now it's mine. Wanting to create something better than Ærchie's, and Raincoaster's efforts, and unable to afford an infinite number of monkeys, I resorted, eventually, to writing it myself. This little gem is from MacBlog Act II, Scene i.

Is this a blogger that I see before me,
The keyboard t'wards mine hands? Ah, now I click thee.
I posted thee, and yet I see thee still,
Art thou froze, lousy server? Not sensible
To mine heart's broken cries? Or is this but
A pausing at the node, a short delay?
Originating from the crowded cable?
I see thee yet, in form the same
As t'other window that I now do open.
Thou mock'st my labours of an hour ago,
And the environment I blog in.
Mine fingers drum upon the veneer'd desktop
But answer comes there none, I see thee still,
Thy circling logo saith "'Tis being published"
Yet 'tis not so, I trow. There's no such thing!
It is the fruit of hours that hath gone
From my account. Now o'er the ten long seconds,
My cable seems dead, and sitting here I start
To grind my teeth. Blog prevaricates,
Pale fists a-clenching, my angry murmurs,
Alaruming my good housemate, my good wife
Who watches my howls, who moves with stealthy pace,
With subtle, silent, snicker from out the room,
Off to the kitchen. Thou sure and firm-set modem,
Hear now my cries the way I whine for fear
Of losing what I've written yet not saved
And take the present horror of the lag
Between the click of "Publish" and the deed
Words to give life to blog and Atom feed.

A Computer beeps

The gods be thanked! 'Tis done, the screen informs me.
My keyboard screed is published, rat-a-tat,
And to the blogosphere I say: Take that!


At 2:02 p.m., Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey MetroBoy

Your'e starting to worry me. Methinks you need to listen to some jazz, man. Prithee do so, for thine own sake, and the saketh of others.


At 12:55 a.m., Anonymous raincoaster said...

Excellent! When Shakespeare actually arises from the dead for vengence he'll pick on you first: you're closer!

At 1:05 p.m., Blogger Metro said...

I think what you mean is that by having produced the best of the efforts thus far (blows humbly across knuckles) I will have offended him more greatly.

Cool. I'd love to take in some jazz. However my concert connections are out and this is one event ticketmaster actually can't touch. Perhaps there's something on in the Lord Admiral's towne?

At 8:44 p.m., Anonymous raincoaster said...

If I'd known your favorite Shakespeare was Macbeth, I'da thought twice about the invitation. Thou shalt pinneth thine own cats from now onst, dude.

At 7:19 a.m., Blogger Metro said...

I knew that as soon as we called you on that promise you'd start looking for a way to back out.

But pleading cowardice on the grounds of Shakespeare? You really are desperate to avoid the Raincoaster vs. Nabi match, eh?

It's okay, we'll let you off the hook. Nabi hasn't been feeling well so we'll use that as an excuse.

At 11:22 p.m., Anonymous raincoaster said...

Neither have I, so it's an even match. If you're willing to meet me halfway between Vernon and Penticton with the cat, we could still do this. But no way am I sleeping chez vous.

"Is this a bus ticket I see before me?"

At 11:14 a.m., Blogger Metro said...

Well she's feeling better now, so you'd be overmatched. In fact, I've become quite concerned about liability issues.

As you say, no way are you sleeping at our place and yet my insurance won't cover the better class of care facility.

I suppose we could warehouse you with the elderly hordes.


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