Rushing Headlong in the Wind...

But the warning flare went up too late, Across the village streets they spread, A clamor of footfall and muffled screams Rang through the still night air. Armed and ruthless through the town they tore, In a display of power and might, Weapons bared and torches blazing, None dared to stand in their way. The fair citizens offered up their gold, This all was not for money, but for show. It was to rouse and remind of times long gone, Those all too trusting neighbors. A few hours at most was all it took, The brutal display left its mark In the minds of the survivors, And on the once sleepy little town. Happenings that night had served their purpose. Planting fear in the hearts of many Through leaving scars on land and flesh And a community to rebuild. The past is never entirely behind, As the village learned from that moonlight ambush Comfort is relative and can be fleeting, But bitterness can last an eternity.

Next week's "Glee" voice-over: "First, it rained on a parade, then it rained in a plain in Spain, and finally it rained down Rachel's face. And that's what you missed on Glee!"

"Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas any more...", I whispered as I switched from "Point of Know Return" to "Africa" on my iPod.

Late last night, I got into a roll on Twitter writing a series of haiku that could be read in the order I tweeted them to form a longer poem. It was my first "haiku chain" and I enjoyed writing it, so there may be more coming in the future ;). A Distant Drum Beat I hear the drums sound They are coming, I know it Time to take my leave. Follow if you must I am not responsible For what befalls you. Should we meet again Somewhere in the darkest night It shan’t be too soon. 'Til then, I'll stay swift On the move with thoughts of you Signposts pointing home. The strong ties that bind Shall tug if I go too far But they will not fray. Our wills much too tough To let distance come between We can't be broken. The drums keep nearing When they arrive, I'll be gone Stay safe and stay warm. Someday I'll return For now I must keep running Hold me in your thoughts.

Spotted while out and about: Someone must REALLY love the Yankees.

Someday I'll have a Holliday tree and cover it with Tinchel and Holly Berries. #Festiviglee

**Over-analysis of a TV show? Maybe, but I really like analyzing things! :)

When I build my time machine, this will be the elevator music riders will hear as they travel through time.

Everyone could use a little more Money, right?

Me: "Because shuck you, that's why."

I don't even know why I am analyzing this, but it occurred to me after watching the first two episodes of The Legend of Korra.

The Machinist Locked away in a room, A consequence of choice, not force With a constant hum and whir Of tools resonating in his ear. He tinkers away, agile and precise Each structure a child borne from his hands He knows every gear and joint Every screw and every nut. All parts of a grander device The result of his labor of love An enabler of thought realization The product of his active mind. He views his shop as teeming with life Where many see only metal and grease His heart beats in tune with the rhythm of belts His fingers know exactly what to repair. All but alone in his sacred space He finds company in his gadgets And solace in the din of activity In the atmosphere of his assembled world.

Since that episode of "The Simpsons" aired before the "Glee" episode where Roz was introduced had even begun filming, I wonder if the "Glee" writers gave Sue's "rival" that name on purpose, or if it is pure coincidence. (What really makes this interesting is that Roz isn't a very common name).

Taken in Wolfe Park, Monroe, CT on August 24th, 2011.

Ended Pi Day the right way with Table Talk® - Cherry.