There was that "tick" post on New Year's Eve Eve (i.e., last night):
"New Year to arrive a tick later."Ricpic waxes poetic:
Oh! A tick!
The New Year came in wobbly.And Stephanie says:
A tick or two behind.
It threw off lonely sticklers.
The rest? They didn't mind.
?retal kcot a evirra ti t'nseoD(Wait a sec, I have to do this.)
Then blogging cockroach says...
tou ieduv siht kcehc einahpets yeh... and links to this:
That drives reader_iam to poesy:
i do love the backwards elements of the cockroach natureBlogging cockroach responds in kind:
as don't we all
or at least should
if not ought
that should be tuoChip Ahoy says:
which proves i ve had too much
spilled cheap merlot tonight
to be hopping around backwards
lookout when the champaign flows
tomorrow night wheee
which i hope doesn t turn into
anyway here is tick tock gone bad
and too long
but you can stop it when it
ceases being funny about 40 seconds in
hey they can t all be gems
and i promise never to trip
trippingly to reader s ear
a cockroach doing that would
freak some people out
but just don t sleep on the kitchen floor
and we ll all be fine
.diputs era stac yhWThe cockroach continues to inspire reader_iam:
dnuora gnifoog tsuj s'ti swohs swollof taht oediv etunim 4 ehT .yllaer toN
ah but cockroachThe cockroach skitters on across the keyboard again:
your trips are tweets to the ear
like birds in dawn of spring s own dawn
here here see here they sing
back again as always are we
so wake up
if only, and to ...
not having the vers libre poet in meThen, when everyone is nestled all snug in their beds, I am awake. It's 2:23 a.m.:
i fear my prosaic nature sometimes
misses the subtleties of
dear reader s lovely lines
which is not to say
reader should not write
a lot more of them
because you always want more
when someone doesn t quite
write enough rather than when
they write too much
which is also true about food
but i m not as appreciative when
the cook has cleaned up
too well afterwards
And where is everyone? Last night, you guys were talking all night, and now here I am with insomnia and no one is around.(Links added.)
Were you afraid of the tick?
Thanks for all the poetry, but it was all before midnight. If you can't stay up until midnight tonight, how do you expect to celebrate New Year's Eve tomorrow night?
I think I'll try to draw a picture of the New Year's Tick. Or see if I can get people to send pictures of the New Year's Tick. And I'm going to push for the adoption of the New Year's Tick as the new New Year's mascot, replacing that stupid — and frankly depressing — Old Man and Baby mascot. Or the Ball. What the hell kind of symbol is a Ball?
I hope that doesn't offend blogging cockroach. You must understand that we can't have a cockroach as a holiday symbol. Not for New Year's anyway.
This insomnia is giving me grandiose thoughts, but I really think this New Year's Tick thing can catch on. Perhaps if we draw it the right way. I think Santa Claus wasn't such a big deal until those Coca Cola ads got the character drawn just the right way. People loved him once his attributes became appealing and standardized.
Help me do that with the Tick.
Also, that "Night Before Christmas" poem helped with the popularization of Santa Claus, so maybe some of you poets can write something similarly beguiling about the annual arachnid.
Inside the kitty cat wall clock he hid/Our eagerly awaited arachnid.
See? I can't do it!
An arthropod/From God/Trod...
No... I need help with the poem. And with the drawing. And with the sleeping.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds/Not knowing the Tick crept so close to their heads....
In the cold light of morning — and it's 0° — I can see these are not mere insomniac ravings. I really do want drawings — or photoshoppings — of the New Year's Tick. I will reward you with frontpagings and tags. More poems too. I love the poems and the depictions of ticks — detickshuns, if you will.
We went out in the icy snow and celebrated last night. Tonight we stay in. I'll be live-blogging New Year's Eve, so please join me. I will reward you profusely with frontpagings and tags... and ticks.