This weeks weekend relevant prompts for Monday Haiku are:
- Breakfast with the relatives – A couple of relatives from my wife’s fathers side of the family were down from further up north. Ok, a morning “restaurant” meet, and a cooked breakfast were in order.
- Waiting on the mailman – For some parcels that never come (and this months Mojo magazine). I ordered a couple of used but supposably good quality books from Amazon. These seemed to be taking forever to get here. Then on saturday everything arrived at once, including this months Writers Digest magazine.
- Amir Khan boxing again– After losing his title to a controversial decision some months ago, then his opponent being found to have steroids in his system, and being re-instated with the title, then changing his fitness trainer, Khan fights again. This time he lost via TKO. Personally I thought he was a little unfortunate. He easily dominated the first two rounds. In the third he caught an unfortunate swinging left hook behind the ear and on the neck. That rocked him and he never really recovered after that. He got knocked down a couple more times in the next round before the ref stopped it.
So here we go:
Empty stomach, wait
Please help? Omelette, toast and fruit
family brings this pause
Actually it was a good breakfast. I just had to wait for it..
Mailman bring me hope
or crush my dreams for today
deliver the goods
Now I have nothing to moan about for a few days:
Victory Amir Kahn?
yikes, a crushing loss instead
crossroads of career
Bonus Haiku is giving Carrie Rubin’s family a break this week (come on Carrie, give the sons some suggestive pictures or something). Instead we, in the me and the blog sense, are looking at our stats to see what odd search terms brought viewers here. I suspect viewers rather than readers. Oh and in the spirit of disclaimers as briefly discussed in this weekends post “At which point do I become a writer, an artist, or just myself?“, there might be some naughty words so if offended jump over the dotted lines below, or alternatively, if enticed, jump between the dotted lines below:
Google is right here
to search that inspiring choice
Ok try, “screw my wife”
graced with sweaty palms
the right site, ready to pop
No! Brain splats buzz kill
Things I learned this weekend:
- My almost 19 month old son seems to be a word sponge. At 18 months the average amount of words know is between 8 to 12. He knew a few more then 12. He seems to have learnt a lot more in the last few weeks. On tuesday this week, 5 new ones appeared in the one day!
- Many bloggers seem to be scared of the terms “writer”, “author”, and “artist” when it relates to them and their creations. See the comments on this weekends post (mentioned above)
- Amir Khan is a talented boxer, and an unlucky one. Tactically was he incorrect in his approach? He made a crucial mistake (or two).
- Strikeforce on Showtime (yes I seemed to be into violence this past saturday), is a pretty good alternative to watching UFC.
- In the US there is a really annoying commercial from stamps.com with talking heads. I think the product is about home postage or something along those lines, so the commercial points out the horrible experience of going to the post office. One such head makes my own head boil with his “There is nothing worse than going to the post office and waiting in line…” It’s an annoyance sure, but actually there are lots of worse things, and it previously inspired me to write this poem. Anyhoo, it still annoys me and this mondays poll asks “what is worse than going to the post office and waiting in line?”
Lexicon word of the day: nudnik.