Deer and the future

Here's a poem


A Scolding:


How does it escape you?
is what I wonder most,
that perhaps somewhere deep within
the recesses of your decrepit mind
you've managed to fool yourself yet again


It's admirable actually
that kind of level of self deceit is reminiscent of genuine stupidity
I say this because you and I both know
that you are not a cat chasing a red laser
Cats don't know better


When you are the problem
All the perfume and fine clothes in the kingdom
would not add to the whole that is you
She might love everything on you
but as soon as she sees
What lies beneath
Well
These are rough seas sailor


But it's your blind persistence that baffles me
It's not blind you say?  Well then fine
I'll let you know when she thinks different
and in the meantime maybe monsters will pity a poor soul
I recommend you try and find 
someone who will buy junk for cheap
because some trash is some people's treasure
but some trash anyone will buy


And that's the scariest thought of all
That somehow you'll have to settle
for something not worth settling for
but for the fact that settling time is almost past
and then you'll have to settle in
for long years ahead
and maybe then misery will fade
to Melancholy

That was a poem.

It snowed today.  Pretty magical.  Me and some friends saw some deer the other day, and it reminded me that Deer are ridiculously majestic.  Bambi animators were probably begging the studio for five more sequels just so they could study the deer.

I think it'd be rad to have a pet reindeer but not tell anybody about it, so if people came over, it would just walk in from a back room and people would perhaps say "Micah I had no idea you owned a reindeer," and I would reply "Oh you didn't?  My, what a fault on my part, I guess it just slipped my mind.  Give me all your money."  In the future I apparently rob my dinner guests too.