Sunday, May 06, 2007

Have yourself a merry Fib Sunday

Once again, as in olden days, happy golden days of yore, we find ourselves in the midst of Fib Sunday, dear reader.

This is actually the second time I've tried to cast Fib Sunday into cyberspace today, my little maid. On my first attempt, clicking the publish button resulted in the appearance of the spinning beachball of death, all thanks to the instability of the Netscape browser and their refusal to develop a new version for we Mac users. The wankers. I would have called them a bunch of cunts, but I think the C word is a bit strong for a Sunday, don't you agree, my love?

Tip for today: click on the save as draft button with every sentence you type, darling.

If you don't know what Fib Sunday is, hen, or indeed, what's going on, click here for the original instructions. Please ask permission from the bill payer.

In brief:

1) I take the topic as given in last week's final entry, write a Fib and give a new topic.
2) Your reply to the topic is in the form of a Fib in the comment section.
3) You then supply the next topic.
4) The next visitor replies with a Fib on the newly given topic and then provides a new topic and so on...

A Fib is a six line, twenty syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1/1/2/3/5/8. The only restriction on a Fib is that the syllable count follow the Fibonacci sequence. An example of a classic fib:

One
Small,
Precise,
Poetic,
Spiraling mixture:
Math plus poetry yields the Fib.

Last week, in the turmoils of self-doubt, Matty (the last man standing) was unsure whether to offer his own topic of Skeeter Davis or to continue with Kapitano's Pump up the volume. Unlike Alex Salmond, I have the moral authority to do what the hell I like, so am combining the two:

In
tune;
Future...
...and the past:
MARRS and Skeeter sang,
"It ended when you said goodbye."

Next topic:

Little Christmas.

7 comments:

ucallmemadam said...

Small.
Neat.
Humble.
A Christmas
representing joy
rather than wrapping paper.

Next topic

Why would anyone vote SNP?

Ina

xxx

Brian said...

I'd
vote
for the
SNP
if I were stupid
or in need of a brain transplant.

Next topic:

When I think about you I _____ myself

Anjou Wu said...

I
taste
myself
to savor
the same flesh that once…
Wait! the past is not the future.

Next topic:

Voting on a Sunday

Lex Ham Rand said...

I
woke
at dawn...
vote today?
It seemed so quiet.
How odd to vote on a Sunday.

Next topic:

hammocks

Brian said...

Just
the
wind and
I, rocking
back and forth and back.
Let a hammock define summer.

Next topic:

Minge and Phyllis hire Adam Rickitt as their cabana boy

Ken Monteith said...

Keep
The
Tory
Fetching drinks
A pretty actor
Should never be a right wing hack

Next Topic:

Archaeology in action

Brian said...

No
whips
or arks
but some snakes.
Dusting off the ground.
Not quite what Indiana did.

Next topic:

Worshipping Ganesha whilst eating earwax-filled chocolate cupcakes and allowing Mama Cass to give you a full frontal massage using flaming maracas, a punctured inner tube, and a moon rock that was given to her by Neil Armstrong when they had that fling at the chateau in Zurich the summer of '70.