I love the following madly and deeply. It's worth moving from the excerpt to the whole thing, because it's genius. Enjoy. (Thanks, Lala, for sending it to me.)
THE .DOC FILE OF J ALFRED PRUFROCK
with deepest apologies to T.S. Eliot
…
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the desk,
Rubbing its back upon the Windows PC;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the icons that you meet;
There will be time to murder and respawn
And time for all the Chrome and Firefox
That drag and drop a website on your plate;
Time for .doc and time for .ppt
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred fanfics and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the players come and go
Talking of their scores on Halo.
…
I grow old… I grow old…
I shall add some links to my blog roll.
Shall I change my default pic? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall play some World of Warcraft, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the servers singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen cats talking in capslock on the web,
All up in ur fridge, eatin' ur food
When my laptop lights the darkness white and black.
We have lingered in the tubes of internet,
By URLS wreathed with info, loaded-down
Till cellphones ringing wake us, and we drown.
As a lover of all things T.S. Eliot, I thank you for linking to this, from the bottom of my heart!
Absolutely wonderful!
THIS IS MADE OF AWESOME! (“Till cell phone ringing wake us, and we drown”: Wow.)
OK that was some sort of brilliance right there.
Oh. My. Gawds. I am so freaking amused by this, in so many different directions. Brings back ALL my collegiate Eliot love.
And would it have been worthwhile, to switch from blogspot to wordpress? Would it have been worthwhile to get my own domain name?
No. I am not Dooce. I am not the Yarn Harlot. Merely an attendant blogger, with only about 30 readers.
(hee hee) Thank you for that!