And honestly, I might be
stupid to think love is love
but I do
and you’ve waited so long and
I’ve waited long enough for you.
– “Mr. Harris,” Aimee Mann

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Doing some insane deadline work for a Big Corporation (TM).

LOTS of fun stories to tell about Corporate Think (TM).

…at some point. If the time is right. Possibly.

But in the meantime, this Emergency Work has kept me away from the online strip for too long now. So something new should be up soon. I’m hoping Wednesday. I apologize for the delay.

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I’ve always adored Valentine’s day, which is odd, considering how spectacularly bad I was at it in many a younger day. Just ask Sally Bayliss. Or better yet, don’t.

Still, I’m taking a break from work to wine and dine my beloved now, and I’m looking forward to every single minute of it.

So in the sprit of wuv…twue wuv…here are two of my favorite William Butler Yeats poems.

Neither, technically, are considered love poems, but the last line gets of “A Dreinking Song” gets to me every time.

“Faery Song” I put on the back of The Lovely And Talented Judith and my wedding program. So I think of it in sweeping romatic terms.

And don’t even get me started on “Song of the Wandering Aengus…”

I’m such a Yeats whore.


A Drinking Song
William Butler Yeats

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.


Faery Song
William Butler Yeats

Sung by the people of Faery over Diarmuid and Grania, in their bridal sleep under a Cromlech.

We who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told:

Give to these children, new from the world,
Silence and love;
And the long dew-dropping hours of the night,
And the stars above:

Give to these children, new from the world,
Rest far from men.
Is anything better, anything better?
Tell us it then:

Us who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told.

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I’m trying to hold off of posting memes, but here’s something that was just too weird/fun not to post:

John Kovalic –
[noun]:

A person of questionable sanity who starts their own cult

‘How will you be defined in the dictionary?’ at QuizGalaxy.com

muskrat_john –
[adjective]:

A master blogger

‘How will you be defined in the dictionary?’ at QuizGalaxy.com

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Read more Yeats!

John

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