Thursday, 18 April 2013


Temptation rears its ugly head and I
Must raise mine in return and stutter out
A half thought, half baked, half witted reply,
More instinct than intelligent, a shout
From some more reptilian part of mind,
Which must act first and doesn't really think
At all.  And yet as far as science can find
Out, this is how we work, living on the brink,
For consciousness comes at the end, it seems
We are the last to know what's going on,
As if our waking thoughts occur like dreams
Self assembling into sense, but sometimes wrong
Or with bits missing which come to light too late.
And thus to be a troll is my poor fate.

Monday, 15 April 2013

A Prayer for Facebook

Go forth into this world with humour;
Be of good courage;
Hold fast to that which is odd;
And post it later in an exaggerated form for comic effect;
Render to no man seriousness for seriousness;
Strengthen the fainthearted by clicking the thumbs up;
Support the weak by not drawing attention to their misspelling;
Help the affected with the use of gentle humour;
Honour everyone;
Love and serve your friends by slavishly liking all their posts;
Rejoicing in the reconnecting powers of the internet;
And the blessing of being able to imagine you're really popular
Although the only friends you actually know are your father, your son and the holy ghost;
Let it be among you and remain among you always. Amen