Wow. Is it already Sunday?! I’ve been meaning to post Friday’s fridge poem, but I was too busy peeling wallpaper in my guest bedroom, and playing with Mario Paint while under the influence of ponies:
Man! This video quality sucks. I couldn’t find the charger for my less crappy camera, so I settled with the regular crappy one. I feel it fits the old school, outdated theme of using Mario Paint in the first place.
Speaking of crappy videos, I was in a not crappy one this week. Work was especially awful for some reason, probably because of Post Disney Depression. It happens to the best of us. Anyways, I had no qualms with dropping what I was doing to help IT with a prank. It ends up what I thought was going to be a prank was IT’s presentation for the company’s town hall meeting. So, just in case I’m not already the weirdest person in the office, this probably seals the deal. It was made it less than 24 hours, and I’m immensely amused and in awe simultaneously by it:
I probably also had a long week because last Thursday was my two year milestone with the receptionist job. This bothers me because I remember saying “I’ll be out of here before two years,” and I failed. I think I’m going to print copies of my resume and force all the heads of all the departments to read them. They have forgotten that I’m not an 18-year-old girl fresh out of high school. To mourn this devastating occasion, I have almost finished Receptionist Blues. I hope to record it soon.
I am quickly running out of poetic forms to do for the fridge poems, probably because I’ve been doing this for almost two years. I recently came upon a list of types of constrained writing while researching palindromes, and I love constrained writing! I planned on doing a palindrome this week, but it is so difficult that it will take more time to finish, so I chose another form on constrained writing called an Alliterative. It was fun to write, and it turned into a patriotic theme, just in time for Memorial Day! Enjoy.
Alliterative – A form of constrained writing in which each word of a sentence starts with one letter.
Fridges Fighting For Freedom
Frustrated fridges frequently fight fussily for freedom from forgotten, frightening, forsaken, festering, feta-filled, fishy, fried, frothy, funky, fruity-flavored, frostbitten foodstuffs.
I am awaiting a call from FEMA for a temporary writing position I applied for. The call would happen this weekend for an interview, and though I don’t expect itl, I can still hope, right? I’m also a bit bummed that PRIMP has not posted or given me any feedback on the mascara article I wrote. Ooh! And I got my first response about my Mr. Socks books…it was a rejection. Lame.
I tried my hand at script writing this week for My Little Pony Abridged. When I ran my ideas by my costars via Skype, they didn’t seem to like them. Perhaps expressing my thoughts on a page in script format will help. My humor is a bit different than what they are bringing to the table, and I think a good mix of jokes and humor will improve the show a lot. We just need to get a script written. I wanna hit the studio!
Strikingly well written piece..