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Creek Running North
May 22, 2005
A couple things
1) I've fixed the commenting bug that was forcing all comments to go into moderation. Now I'm going to experiment with the new MovableType commenting settings. Your first comment after this post should go to moderation, then hopefully afterwards you'll sail through. Unless I disapprove your comment, that is, which I'm likely to do if anyone else complains about the innocent little snake on the front page. A word to the wise.
If you'd like to get the whole registration process out of the way, feel free to leave a comment to this post in the form of a summer haiku (or, if you don't du haiku, a badly scanning limerick will work) and I'll approve it.
Unless it's complaining about the snake. Really.
2) Friend of Creek Running North Michael Bérubé just had an emergency appendectomy, and if you like his writing you may want to drop a note of well-wishing at his blog. Heck, do it even if you don't like his writing. But who wouldn't? Sounds like he's gonna be fine, but, um, ouch.
3) Never mind that commenting thing. Still isn't working.
Posted by Chris Clarke at May 22, 2005 12:13 PM
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Blog rebuilds like snail;
to make these template changes
may take all summer.
Snake? What snake? Haven't
noticed it before. Haven't
A "summer" haiku?
No winter poems. Just words
like sun on my skin.
Blog comment? No point.
Author wandering desert
Without some water.
Field next door turns gold.
A warm wind sends errant seeds
into my ice cream.
Geez, do I have to do
this in haiku?
I like the snake.
(btw, I commented sometime back at Via Negativa when Dave was posting about snakes that I'd just come from admiring the snake over here.)Posted by: leslee at May 22, 2005 05:59 PM
You think that's a snake?
Go see Rurality. She's
got Serious Snake.
Oh, and by the way,
make this damned thing remember
me and my address.
There once was a man from Pinole . . . .
Um. There's no way I'd be able to finish that with anything less than an NC-17 rating.
There are no seasons
in this electric landscape;
still, summer is here.
I do have a complaint: I don't know what kind of snake that is.Posted by: Rurality at May 23, 2005 05:36 AM
Summer nights of youth:
Warm sidewalks, cool water from
The garden hose, bare feet.
There once was a man from Pinole
And tales of the desert he tole
Where hydrated hiking
Was much to his liking
And water's more precious than gole.
OK, Siona, not stellar, but that's before achieving full caffeination.Posted by: Ron Sullivan at May 23, 2005 07:48 AM
There once was a snake named "Bull"
who lived in a Gopherous hole
he can fake he's a rattler
because he's really not a battler
But he's fooled even me at this role
Can't tell you how many times out herping I've pulled my hand back from a gopher snake, thinking "I did read that Stebin's guide right didn't I?"Posted by: Dior at May 23, 2005 08:20 AM
Makes comments seem unmoving
Like the summer grass
Miscounted syllables in "MovableType"
Make that first line "That MoveableType"
Stupid stupid snake
Adam's Eden enemy
speaking of limericks, I just found out about the The Omnificent English Dictionary In Limerick Form (used to be Oxford but they changed to omnificent in fear of lawsuits.)
Fun stuff, I was gonna link to it on my blog but I'll put it here instead.
http://www.oedilf.com/db/Lim.phpPosted by: Craig at May 23, 2005 12:19 PM
These glorious patterns
Instill my startled reaction.