the voice might be the day that scares you.

The phone problems may have been solved! At least for now, until the next time. Anyway, it's time for another bit of MegaHAL, about a rather frightening tree limb.

Here's a story of an old tree limb,
blue his eye and touched us,
brings us to sacrifice small and fuzzy puppies to laugh with a virile harmony
like the movie's last reel, the end-piece flapping.

cars stream over the bar, backwards,

until you realize foam's twin is blood.

Yes, that's right: the old tree limb not only has eyes, but it "brings us to sacrifice small and fuzzy puppies." And then there's the laughter. And the blood. Really, I'm just as happy that HAL decided to stop there and didn't compose one of his longer poems extending the story.

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I had plans to Go Out and Do Stuff today, but for a change of pace it wasn't lack of energy that stopped me. No, I had to stay here to make sure that the phone company's technicians actually fixed my landline instead of getting sidetracked into working on the landlord's instead. (Not that I have anything against him having a working phone, mind you; I just wanted to make sure that we both had working phones at the end of the day!)

Anyway, I'm here! I'm back! I can do something besides post short MegaHAL poems before getting kicked offline again! Wheee!

Link the first: Something adorable happened at a Neil Gaiman book signing (link via tryss).

Link the second: Undercover restorers fix Paris landmark's clock. "Four members of an underground 'cultural guerrilla' movement known as the Untergunther, whose purpose is to restore France's cultural heritage, were cleared on Friday of breaking into the 18th-century monument in a plot worthy of Dan Brown or Umberto Eco." (link via... someone who locked their post, so nevermind.)

I think there was something more to say here, but I have no idea what it was. More sleep needed.