Monday, August 25, 2014

She Said Yes!

To what?  To an evening of Dark Delight, dancing and drinking and disporting....

the above was just as a screenshot.  the ascii art will not reproduce.

Be seeing you.  Some sooner than others!

Sunday, August 24, 2014

JSUNPACK IS BACK: WOO-HOO! | a bit of verse in celebration

in  gratitude and celebration: 

Dedicated, of course, to those responsible for, where you may find jsunpack, as well as links to the source thereof, which this green geek must confess she had not the wit either to reanimate or to compile correctly during its long absence of her beloved generic javascript checker.

Let my long held fondness be proven, should proof entertain and delight, by its appearance in my silly little firefox searchplugin:
and the tutorial I wrote for a friend to go with it.

 As usual, the text of this poem is appended cleverly in tiny one-point-sized text below (unless of course you have overridden that preference). 

Thanks again,


A Bit Of Verse To Mark The Happy Day 

Just imagine: that yet unclicked link may be -- a disguise --

Sent securely, it's safe, surely -- certainly it seems

Uninfected by virulent malware, or suspicious prize.

Not reassuring.  Netizens wise, from such schemes,

Protect themselves and their browsing with one simple tool:

All before accounts are made empty, or inboxes full.

Credit be given where credit is due: 

Know what you click on before it knows you.

Be seeing you.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

The Palestinian Question | a poem by a faust (revised)

revised 8/18 -- first version here, for anyone who cares to see how my poems evolve (even though no one instance proves the rule actually) (and should one be that interested, please leave a comment, i would love to hear from you.  comments are why i blog).

The Palestinian Question
written even as Gaza is being bombed
again, like some Polish ghetto

to, when and no matter how frightening,
abandon that civilized ruth --

(useful obviously not whatsoever)
and endeavor this answer with truth;

to see in all the reporting, inventing,
slightly rephrased
the tired Question is brought;

to it we are taught responses;
by stinking trick long we've consented;
from it be assured, war will soon have new criminals wrought;

observe before you react.
sometimes you will be called
(coarse, too biased, or slight)

the truth may from actual facts -- not from talk --
-- but pay attention to
sources -- be startled squarely into the light:

the power
of a people it would repent me are mine
of Zion, a cancerous ill:

the horror
of a father's cries in Palestine
if his child
this Answer
will kill.

by a female faust