Archive for May, 2002

False Advertising: A poem by Mark Cidade - 2002-05-23

Thursday, May 23rd, 2002
Thursday, May 23, 2002
2:25 AM

I am now a quarter-century old (technically, I will be in two hours since I was born at 4am). I would like it if anyone were to please be so kind as to generously give me a cute (preferabely seal-pointed) traditional siamese or bengal kitten for my birthday. No? Oh well.

5:50 PM

False Advertising

You said you were a warrior
And so we fought
It was a friendly fight
But it was fierce

When I knocked you down
You appeared hurt
I saw anger in your eyes
But I did not know why???

You told me not to be emotionally involved
And I promised that I wouldn’t be
So we had our fun
But it was mechanical

When I disregarded you afterwards
You appeared hurt
I could hear anger in your voice
But I wasn’t sure why???

You accuse me of hurting you

And maybe I did
But not intentionally
Yet you say it doesn’t matter

But it does
Since I was led to believe
That you were
Who you feigned to be.

6:00 PM

I’m supposedly free but why do I still feel so trapped?

Barry Dennis is retarded - 2002-05-17

Friday, May 17th, 2002
Friday, May 17, 2002
11:15 AM

What a retard: Why I Love Spam by Barry Dennis (CNet.com).

Enough with the CSS dashed borders already! - 2002-05-16

Thursday, May 16th, 2002
Thursday, May 16, 2002
2:20 AM

Okay, another CSS rant. I’m seeing way too much of the dotted/dashed borders. I know it’s, like, new and stuff and so therefore it looks neat, I guess, but come on, people. Just stop it now. Colored backgrounds with no borders and thin solid borders look good, too—and they’ll never go out of style. This paragraph has a dashed border as an example only (for those of you who can see it).

You took your heart back
And said that you never actually gave it to me
That it never was mine,

Even though I shared my heart with you.

I still had time to see what was there.

You can deny it all you want

But I’ve seen it with my own eyes.

And I should have realized from what I saw

That I saw enough.

I knew all along

That your heart had been blackened.

I felt its icy touch first-hand.

Some parts were brittle and crumbled too easily

While others were simply petrified.

So, have your fucking heart back.

I should have never gave you mine.

All I ever wanted to do was help you.

Silly me.

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