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To Poke or Not to Poke….

April 25, 2011 // Posted in !Share, Art (Tags: , , ) |  No Comments

Desperate times calls for desperate measures, especially when you’re in a two hour meeting and the bobble head effect is upon you. I was unprepared for the vapid verbiage that assaulted my un-caffeinated body. My only saving grace was the coveted back area I stealthy secured upon my arrival, while the novices bickered over breakfast. My sanctuary lasted for a hot New York minute as I labored to appear focused and mildly interested. I tried pinching, adjusting my seat, playing with my hair. I almost axed my ban on cofffee, but instead give my tongue a defiant bite. Ten minutues deep into the meeting I was already haggard and had exhausted all options. I was sinking to rise no more. My eye lids weighted of anchors lost long ago. I started swaying in the ether between dreams and reality. A ray of light in the form of a poke brought me back to the grips of reality. I thanked my giggling savior and commenced to doodling. I drew circles, boxes and scribbled catch phrases, but my mind fancied on my poke. I couldn’t remember the last time I was poked. If I hadn’t drained my battery with Angry Bird, I’d check up on my stories on facebook. Then it hit me… does anyone poke on facebook? Who knows? The poke button is the one function that not publicly broadcast in the News Feeds or Walls, I could be wrong but I’ve never seen it appear in feeds from the self-absorbed pride of mega stars and icons I associated with. A persona boundary issue, maybe? See me, but don’t TOUCH me appears to be the silent mantra heard over clicking mouses and keyboards. A poke is deemed a breach through the gated compound and the “little people” are free to roam about and touch things. There are groupies at the front door and stalker at the back, sifting through our refuse; however, the paparazzi is held in high regards and a readily supplies of batteries are kept near their designated entryways. Or, a poke is deemed an unwanted illicit act. One woman learned the hard way. Survey says….

Do you poke?
Yes (If so, have you done any below…)
No. (good to bed, but some may still apply below)
Returned a poke
Ignored a poke
Hit poke button by mistake
Blocked someone for excessive poking
Flamed a person’s wall about their errant poking
Poke strangers you don’t know from someone else account
Poke the wrong person
Wished that special someone would poke you
Wished anyone would poke you
Received pokes from different people
Witchiepoo giggle while you poke
Drunk, etc poke
Hoover over the poke button contemplating
Host poke
Travel poke
Have or wished for a touch me in the morning and then just walk away poke
Uh, you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here poke
What’s your name again poke
Uh, your cab is here poke
Uh, excuse me that’s my man/woman, baby’s daddie/mama, pot pie poke
Dude, where’s my car poke
Excuse me poke
Poke the poke out of me poke.
Danm you poke

Peck no evil

April 14, 2011 // Posted in !Vent., Art  |  No Comments

Smug behind a monitor
Transparent and none the wiser
Keystrokes engrave in time
Bray your opinions
I’ll wipe mine

I wish there was a way to see the faces of these cowardly people leaving comments on the internet. I’ll have to expand my stance of not watching any broadcast news to include reading comments to articles.
“Say it to my face, mean mama medfly.”
“F-U!”
“No, F-U!”
“NOOO! F-U and anyone else who looks like you.”

Omelet Face

April 13, 2011 // Posted in !Share, !Vent. (Tags: , , ) |  No Comments

Seems I’ve been the butt of a Mercury retrograde joke. I use to think lightly of this occurrence, but this time around the winged trickster has tilted me like a pinball machine. Basically, during a Mercury retrograde, lines of communications, travel, appointments get screwy among other things. Last night, while extracting an image to make into a layer for another image, I realized I’ve been severely challenged in the communication arena these pass couple of weeks. There’s the “I love you and you’re so good to me” email I sent by mistake to the head partner in our group. That was a thank you note intended for his secretary. Then there’s I’m new to the cell phone routine, like saving a name to the wrong number and texting the wrong person, or like having your phone randomly calling people, while you’re having a conversation. I’ve been wondering these pass weeks under a hex of mixed signals and reckless disclosure and could certainly use the undo or redo button of life right about now. My usual problem is losing my cell phone not operating them. Also learned all this year’s Mercury retrogrades are happening in the fire signs and I’m now off to entertain myself on what crap I find about that.