The creative flow, well you know
comes in spurts;
and yet you can bet
that some dark chocolate
when added, it sure never hurts.

So thus many words
some absurd
you can glean
from those of us birds
who abstain from caffeine!

Editor’s note: yes, folks, as you can see, Davey H isn’t very consistent with posting. In fact, he’s not very good with the whole bloggin’ paradigm. On that note, he’s open to suggestions, criticism, barbs, invective, jabs, or pokes to his abs.
Thus he won’t complain; he’s keeping this domain!


Neighbors so quiet. . .

“These picturesque stones only mark the limit of our knowledge.
Dress them how you will, O gardener, they bespeak our helplessness..”
— Leonard Price

Cemetery (1)

With neighbors so quiet
still labors – hey, try it!
Ahh, yes, such discomfort at this gloomy sight;
don’t worry, no hurry and no need to cry, it
will ultimately be all our plight.

Cemetery (2)

So permit this transgression, death’s not an obsession,
at least not from an internal source;
so let’s keep on livin’, forgettin’, forgivin’
and doing so without remorse!

Correct that grammar, SPAMMER!

Whilst having a ton of fun of late,
this SPAM was spun upon my plate.
It slithered and skulked on phishy backs,
such scurrilous bulk – and wretched syntax!

Example #1 was so much fun:
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* Names were changed to protect the guilty.

Oh, thank ye, SPAMMER, for this garble of thine!
Since I’m such a hammer, the pleasure is mine!

Example #2 pasted here for you:

“Take this total and divided by the number of miles driven last year. s from Wolfsburg having it all their own way, the French decided to take them on with the 1980. It is even cooler to know where they are) You may need to remove the hubcap or wheel cover by prying it loose with the tire jack.”

So glare you have it; this session was fun,
and I’ll have more SPAM before this day is done!
— DLIPFFarm®™©♥¥

Greetinx, SPAM MAGNET!

Seems whenever I get ’round to posting
the only replies are SPAM;
needless to say, it gets my head roasting
thanks, AKISMET, yes, thank you, ma’am!


This just in: Dolphin fin!

On the way back from some damn island, the ‘water taxi’ provided playful dolphins a venue in which to surf and show off their aerial flippin’ skills.
We’re all for them playin’ – in fact, we are shills!

South Florida sun, such cool dolphin FUN!
They surfed in the wake before they were done.
Captive they’re not – we add this caveat:

This last point cannot be overemphasized:

As animal lovers and caring caregivers, we here at Don’t Laugh It’s Paid For Farm wholeheartedly applaud the award-winning documentary THE COVE, and concur with all its conclusions.

Bloggin’ is for people with way too much time on their hands

How could it be any different? Could anyone argue with this fact? Or prove otherwise? Moreover, what would bloggers be doing with all the time they spend blogging if blogging didn’t exist?

Think back to pre-Windows® 95 days. What were many of us doing THEN? I’d venture the vast majority of us weren’t pecking away on PC’s; they were way too expensive, unreliable and frustrating to learn. Of course even for those intrepid enough to venture into the consumer-level PC offering, only boring, colorless spreadsheets and stripped down writing and paint applications existed
for use on those clunky boxes. In short, a waste of electricity. Better to go work in the garden!

In the spring of 1983, my friend Todd, a budding systems analyst at DuPont Company, had put together a $5000.00 system that, in retrospect, could barely get out of its own way. In the realm of personal computing, he was definitely the exception, not the rule!

Fast forward to now: we spend way, way too much time sitting on our fannies, pounding out largely useless correspondence that will most likely never be read – at least not by anyone important enough to make a difference. And keep in mind that it takes time to read stuff, too. Was it John F. Kennedy who quipped, “nobody reads?”

Judging from a sampling of the more voluminous post-age I’ve run across, some bloggers have nothing BUT time. One thing seems clear: more than a few of them are pecking away on the boss’s nickel – at work! All the better to enjoy it, then – when you’ve 8 hours to kill. Time in that case isn’t so precious.

I’ve seen the precursor to this, way back in the early 80’s, before even email was anywhere near ubiquitous. I visited a buddy at his workplace, passing some other offices on the way. In one, a dude was sitting at his desk, engrossed in a lively onscreen session of what appeared to be a version of Pac-Man. After about an hour, I passed by again on the way out. The dude was still goin’ at it! Flash forward twenty-six years, and he could have been Tweeting or blogging his memoirs to the tune of a couple of reams a month.

I wondered out loud how much he was pulliin’ down…..maybe thirty-five grand a year?

But back to this bloggiing/time thing: Hey, we’re all writers now, eh? Anyone with a keyboard can slam text and enjoy the livin’ shit out of it. And as I’ve come to like, even dia-lup is viable as long as you’re not working with a ton of images.

And for me, the added satisfaction is in knowing that this free, idle time spent philosophizing online is truly my own. Being self-employed, if there’s time to blog, it’s really MY time; free, fun time – to fritter away as I please!

Got a couple ‘o hours to waste? To quote the Shrub: “Bring ’em on.”

But utility or usefulness – making the world a better place through any given insouciant ramblings – isn’t the point of this medium, which should be free from tedium. I’m beginning to ‘get’ that.

In fact, unless you’re a large, already established news media conglomerate, an arts & entertainment pub or physician’s association seeking a hipper, more casual, or ‘on-the-side’ method of communicating to the masses, blogging may be the only way to get your ass out there and THROWIN’ DOWN!

Who cares if what you put out gets taken in? To reiterate: we’re all writers now; get over it! And as the Web’s newly appointed philosopher-kings, we have an obligation, and that is to make maximum use of all this free storage! And what better way to do that than to utilize WordPress’s top-quality rich text editor?

I’ll expound on this and solve other problems with the universe in future posts, enjoying, however temporarily, this blip in time ‘twixt winter lull and bust-ass spring labors. And when the latter happens, you might not hear from me for 6 months.

Hey, I ain’t no Wendell Berry!

But after all, we call this place a farm; yet for all intents and purposes, it’s mostly a full-time job. But hey, it’s paid for.


When in Doubt, Give a Shout!


As per usual tradition, this post will have no lasting temporal meaning, and possibly exert zero impact on the general human condition. Hey, being buried in snow can have that effect.

But today, an interesting piece landed in our inbox, and I hope to paste a link to it hereby:

The gist? Our ever-indefatigable tree stump vice president Dick Cheney’s extravagant sick-care tab and its implications for the rest of us..

In short, if he were anyone else, he’d probably be dead by now.

Holy Shirt – another year went by!

Yes, it went bye-bye. And my, oh my….how the time does fly!

So fickle and fleeting, it races and zooms;

of what passes by, one could write/speak volumes!

So I’ll lasso a little and try to be droll

as I sit here and whittle this silly blogroll!

For all who may read it, I wish you the most

fulfillment from reading this wintry blog post!

I have spent a shitload of time on this machine – surfing the usual haunts, prying my ass out o’ th’ chair for some much-needed outdoor jaunts.

But no matter – there’s still some time left to do normal work. As you can see from the stark inconsistency of my participation in the blogosphere, this isn’t exactly my forte…

But I’m learnin’.