dogslife

No, but this is:

I'll write a haiku
In your journal, you bastard.
Just try to stop me.

Also among my shortcomings is the fact that I find grudges delicious like candy.

As part of my faux new year's resolution, I'm going to start writing again. I'm perfectly content for it to be derivative and bad... but you know, I'm willing to bet that if we harnessed the power of the Elite Brain Squadron (TM) that we could totally polish more than a few ideas to publishable quality.

Not my stuff, I grant. But imagine any of us with literary aspirations throwing a manuscript to that particular thinktank and saying "what needs improvin'?"

Can you imagine the polish that particular machine could give to a diamond in the rough?

I think out loud a lot.