Public Service Announcement for Couch Potatoes

You're welcome.

If God had texted the Ten Commandments

M, pls rite on tabs & giv 2 ppl.

ttyl, JHWH.

1.no1 b4 me. srsly.
2.dnt wrshp pix/idols
3.no omg’s
4.no wrk on w/end (sat 4 now; sun l8r)
5.pos ok – ur m&d r cool
6.dnt kill ppl
7.:-X only w/ m8
8.dnt steal
9.dnt lie re: bf
10.dnt ogle ur bf’s m8. or ox. or dnkey. myob.

Don't let a concussion stand in the way of your goals.

I feel totally motivated now, don't you?

A History Lesson

Once upon a time, a time not all that long ago, there was no such thing as "email" or "texting". People sent their "texts" on paper, sometimes using an instrument known as a "typewriter".

Here is a musical clip showing a woman constructing this paper text, referred to here as a "letter" on said instrument.

Typography

So, I have to admit, I figured the first time I'd post on FoTTSP, I imagined that I'd write something incredibly witty and super awesome, maybe with something in it to make you think. Instead, this is what you get.

Typography from Ronnie Bruce on Vimeo.

Pretty AWESOME, right?

Hey Look a new website!

I reserve the right to use this blog to shamelessly self promote myself. But y'all do too, so there you go.

I'm releasing my new website to the rest of the world next week (probably), but wanted y'all to come over and connect with me on Google Friends connect so I don't look like a total loser when everyone else goes over there. I know you'll do this because you love me, and not because I can revoke your publishing rights on this blog.

katdish.net

Not that I would ever do that...

Look who's coming to supper...as we say here in the South.

I'm a contributor! I'm a contributor!

I'd like to thank all the people (Katdish) who finally realized I was a big fish in a small pond and plucked me from the scum...

Now where in the heck am I?

To honor this occasion, please allow me to post a song to commemorate from a living legend...Mr. Barry Manilow!

(Since his stuff is obviously copy written material, I found a suitable substitute to sing these powerful words of inspiration written by none other than the man himself...Barry Manilow)

Wedding Feasts

It's nice to have a group blog to go to when I can't post on my own.

And today I can not post on my own.

My husband's friend, my cousin's husband, passed away on May fourth.

My family usually doesn't read my blog, but on occasion they are bored enough to see what I have been up to....

So I am hiding here today. I never gave them this web address. They'd have to be bored enough to click my blog roll to get here, and I don't think that will happen.

It is Tuesday night, and I won't be able to sleep until this poem is written, and at least scheduled to post. So scheduled to post it is... Thank you, fottsp friends, for indulging me once again.

Weddings

Your speech was simple and sweet

The toast you shared was an Irish blessing

You were an excellent best man

the perfect choice to pair with my maid of honor

You both must have agreed

because two years later you were an even more perfect bride and groom

So hopeful, so loving, so loved

And the joy shared by our family and friends increased exponentially

We danced at each other's weddings

Prayed for and with each other at weekly meetings

Saw one another at family functions

Joined each other for dinner on occasion

You took care of yourself and your beloved

No caffeine, NutraSweet, or sugar...

Fresh fruit juice flavored your carbonated water

yet you were careful not to impose these views on others

But cancer does not follow any rules

It steals the life we all had known

It doesn't care who you are, what you've done, or how much you're loved

It just thunders in like a marauding army

So our happy times soon ended

You wanted to be alone in your suffering

Just you and your beloved

No one else to share what was left of your life

There is no more hope for happy times together

The ones we shared years ago will have to suffice

Until we meet again at the wedding banquet

Prepared by God for His Son and those He has chosen.

Tweet like the wind!

You've been tweeting again, haven't you? Admitting it is the first step to, well, tweeting even more. So go ahead and let it all out. We're here for you.

Happy Birthday Annie!!!

I wasn't quite sure how to wrap it, so...



You're welcome! *snort*