first post, best post

in this, my first post, i thought i'd explain to no one in particular, for whom this blog is made. I made the blog for myself as a way to keep all my writing organized. it's easier to search through an electronic blog than hundreds of handwritten notebook pages. am i right or am i right? eh? eh? eh? eh, you don't care. as you can tell, i am not big on capitalization. it's more a laziness thing than anything else. sorry if i offend your sensibilities, but i make up for it with reasonably sound grammar and proper spelling. also included in this post is the inspiration for the title of my blog, a wonderful little ditty written by poet extraordinaire, James Tate.

Faulty Diction

My, but don't you look postively zodiacal today!
I shall maintain the stakeout for a while
if you would care to table-hop. I'm working
on a runic alphabet based on a secret discussion
I had yesterday with a parlimentary hot potato.
At least he was some kind of luminaria
in the Druze lumber busines he insinuated.
He was also something of an expert in echolocation
so that when I dropped my comb he whistled
it back to my trippingly. Moussaka! I exclaimed.
Farkle, farkle, little star, he said with a smile.
I half expected him to vaporize right there, but
he didnt, and then he sort of did, at least
I didn't seem him again. He was a nonparametric
nonsystem as far as I was concerned, in the grand manner.

Margaret, are you feeling all right? You're looking
a wee bit malarious. Perhaps you should try
hip-hopping about the tables, good for the circulation,
and i'll keep watch out here for the malefactors
all the while ruminating rumbustiously on my new
runic alpabet, mellifluent memorandum whack whack.