8-word poem

I pray
Half a pill
Times two
Works.

8-word poem

How
The flame
Follows you
Around
The room.

8-word poem

Second year
Of the rest
Of my
Life.

* * *

For SLY-C

8-word poem

Have a
Happy Birthday,
Wherever you are,
Daughter.

8-word poem

Wow,
I get tomorrow
Off!
So sorry,
Dad.

8-word poem: THE THEY SERIOUSLY ASKED THIS DOUCHE TO HELP FIX HAITI STORY

W.'s
Big chance
To forget
Katrina
Ever happened.

8-word poem: THE JIMMY KIMMEL AS JAY LENO STORY

Newthpaperth
Are rife with
Miththpellingth,
They really are.

8-word poem

Jay Leno:
The hot potato
Of late night.

8-word poem

Another
Course correction
In the
Everything
Of life.

8-word poem

Destroying
Innocent minds,
One day
At a time.

8-word poem: THE I CAN'T EARN A LIVABLE WAGE, BUT SERIES: 1

I can spot
A toupee
At twenty paces.

8-word poem

I don't care
One way
Or the other.

8-word poem

My new mantra:
"Well, I'm
A bastard, too."

I GOT NUTHIN'

And you're probably better off.

Twitter

I've been on Twitter (is that the correct construction? on Twitter?) for a short while - and after a few Tweets, I think they're called, I kind of abandoned it.

But for good reason: I truly believe that in order to fully utilize something like Twitter one needs to have instantaneous access to the Internet - which I don't.

It seems to me the whole thing is designed to be instant. You see someting interesting, think something weird, do something new, and then you let everyone else in on it, right then and there. Not three hours later.

But since I don't want to let the technology just slip away from me (I'm no quitter!), I am embarking on a project for 2010 - a piece of performance art, if you will. I am going to attempt to Tweet once each day of 2010 and utilize all 140 characters that I am permitted in each Tweet.

One Tweet per day, 140 characters. That's the plan.