Yes Haiku
Haiku haiku hai
Haiku haiku haiku hai
Haiku haiku hai
A new beginning Haiku
Serendipity
Ending a new beginning
Nuclear winter
Northwest Winter Haiku
Springtime misty rain
Anticipating summer
How about some beer
October Haiku
Frigid October
Remembering ages past
Wait for future times
Not haiku Haiku
Five and seven five
Haiku is more than simply
Counting syllables
Homf Neologism
The sound of a loud, passionate kiss
Superman has a drug problem Dream log
I was up a bit early and so I decided to watch cartoons. The cartoon which came up was some version of Superman, where Superman was voiced by Patrick Warburton. He was building a flying cage platform to capture the active-resistance hippie robot drones (with laser beams) which were about to wreak havoc on Republican City, with the assistance of about 12 army men who he had flown up to the flying platform personally. In some brilliant move, Superman decided that sitting inside the cage trap was the best place for him and the army men when the robot drones arrived, and started shooting at everything.
“Oh no, now I’m going to be depressed,” said Superman. “I should fax in a prescription with my SUPER FAX POWERS.” He closed his eyes and put his fingers to his temples, and Aquaman-style ‘thought waves’ came out. Then the robot drones were in the cage and powering up to shoot everything, and he flew out the escape hatch above.
“Hey, wait!!!” shouted an army man.
Laundry Dream log
I dreamt that due to FTC intervention, the laundromat started to let people into the secret place in back where all of the missing socks/underwear/shirts/relatives/etc. went. It was a huge, serpentine conveyor belt which went on forever in all directions, slowly but deliberately carrying a six-foot-deep pile of missing laundry. I was able to find a few of my missing pairs of socks pretty quickly. Strangely, everyone could tell what was theirs, and the honor system worked pretty well.
I also found some of my underwear, but I decided it’d be better to be safe than sorry and left it behind.
Three dreams Dream log
I slept a lot more than usual last night, and with it came more dreams than usual.
First Dream
In the first dream, my sister wanted to know how exactly it is that three color channels can be encoded into a single composite video signal. So I showed her Dexter-style, by shrinking both of us down and romping through graphs showing how RGB gets converted to YPbPr/YUV/YIQ, then into YC through phase tricks, then into just Y through further phase tricks. Then things started to fall apart when I got into the actual decoding bit and comb filters and so on.
Then I woke up, and drifted back to sleep.
The Mouse Bad Poetry
The mouse hangs around my kitchen, wondering whether it's safe to eat the peanut butter on the two loaded-and-wound traps. I look over, see it sniffing, whiskers quivering with anticipation. I wince and look away, bracing myself for the snap and crunch, not wanting to see the dirty deed or its aftermath. Like the spring I am tightly-wound. My heart freezes for a short eternity. There is only silence. I look back over, and the mouse has not tried to eat. It has won, for now It will survive another minute.