WWJB

Welcome to the internet! A place where anyone can be anything to anybody. I think Paul said something along those lines. Of course the internet isn’t something unique. Generally it is a means to communicate similar to newsprint, books, etc. It would seem though with the internet, and specifically blogging, there is a certain anonymity to it.

Let me start out by defending myself (since this is written on a blog) by saying blogging isn’t wrong, but that like any new technology it is easily abused by immature geeks. And then many others follow without realizing the purpose other than novelty. I’m not really even sure what purpose blogging serves. That is to say in what way does the medium enhance the message?

In my case blogging serves as a (albeit poor) way to communicate to friends. That’s quite a safe statement. However this blog isn’t on the Widdle Wide Web. The world has access to my salty musings and it would be a lie to confess that I don't have that in mind when posting.

My point then can be related in a story.


There once was a fair maiden who wanted to be wed.
Twice every night she wept on her bed. (while holding her head)
Tired of her plight she started writing letters
To every AB man who wasn’t in fetters.

Months went by before a reply

Just then a horse and rider finely dressed
presented our maiden who curtsied and blessed.
She thanked the horseman who with guilded cape,
bowed and presented a leather-bound case.

To the garden made haste no moment to waste

Opening the case which was handcrafted by skill
she was impressed by the fact this man had frills.
The letter was sealed with a waxen signet,
Which was certain to come from a prince’s ringlet.

It was read ‘till each word swarmed in her head

Crying ‘Alas’ she knew this was the man
who would swipe her away with two powerful hands.
To rule her kingdom and carry her bosom
Oh my heavens; she must not loose him!

Get a horse and set your course!

Run to him quickly before all is gone.
Dream of him though your trip will be long.
Tall and handsome will be his frame
Royal and honest will be his fame.

The castle do spy, with darkness nigh

Full of glee and visions of their lives
Her caravan large, it finally arrives.
Knocking thrice, then a small servant appears
to open the gate made of ivory spears.

cold, dark and not a dog to bark.

Inside is oddness she couldn’t exact
But all things small; she couldn’t relax.
Ho! Her vision of royalty that she had clung
Vanished when appeared the Ring of Nibelung!

silly man small, you fooled us all

You deceived me large you smallish creature
Only so that you could view my feature!
This escapade was nothing but a riddle
In my dungeons you will rot not a little!

long hair we hack, large brain you lack

Foolish princess you have no wisdom
Said the dwarf king (who was everything but winsome)
While no fine print in which to read,
You simply made what you wanted to believe!