Christian Sonnet III

And one for the weekend:

III:


Is there a god like you oh God above
That gives unceasing to us all below
How can you have for us such boundless love
And then upon us all this love bestow
You guide us in the paths that stretch ahead
Though sometimes we don't always know the why
And sometimes we might try our way instead
Still when we fail you're always standing by
We all go through the days where faith is tried
And sometimes we might think that you aren't there
You let us go our way but never hide
You wait until we come to you in prayer
You're ever present, full of love and grace
And mercy always for the human race

Another Follow-up to The Habit

So if you look back a bit, you'll find a couple of posts dedicated to my overcoming oversleeping by snoozing my alarm clock. I succeeded in spades, but now, I ran up against another problem. I get up bright and early to come into work because I prefer to get these things over with to move on. Well, I get here early and don't always take the hour lunch. In fact, I cut my lunches short because...well, I want to. At work, there is a limit to how much overtime you can get, but I should remain here at my desk until at least 3:30. That is the expectation.

Due to my efficiency thanks to the overcoming of the habit, I am not only looking at passing my overtime limit now, but I'm only on the first week of the pay period. So, I absolutely must take an hour lunch today, and I have to leave by 3:00.

Oh, the woes and problems I face....

Random Sonnet II

Here is a sonnet in response to the first random sonnet and my clever notion that nothing rhymes with orange. Some people on Facebook thought they'd be clever, so I responded with this:

II:

So when I posted sonnet patterns here
I talked about an orange and of its rhyme
I thought I used the knowledge that is clear
But then I hear my clever joke's a crime
The first to hit the comments was a hinge
And then a lozenge went and hit the list
If rhymed with one of those then one may cringe
For I confess imperfect rhymes I missed
But everyone's a critic, that I know
Cause when you post a thing, you know there's talk
It's not too solemn, just a little show
I'm flattered that you watched me like a hawk
But still I guess I got the meter right
Since no one said iambic got a slight

Random Sonnet I

Here is a sonnet about a sonnet:

I:

The pattern of a sonnet isn't odd
It's more or less the way you tend to talk
And then the rhyming tends to make it flawed
Just like some irritating writer's block
But then the syllables come into play
With iambic what-not thrown around
You're running through the words all stinking day
And still you cannot find the perfect sound
And once you've got the pattern sorted out
Well, then you need a topic on your mind
I wouldn't let this stuff fill you with doubt,
But just so you don't have to go in blind
Remember not to end a line with orange
Cause everyone knows nothing rhymes with orange

Christian Sonnet I

So along with the love sonnets, I wrote several on the topic of worshiping God, and others on just random stuff. Here is one of those worshipful ones:

I:

Oh Lord you are my lord who reigns on high
Your goodness travels over all the earth
Your love, it made the waters, land and sky
Your breath within us served to give us birth
We know you have a plan for all our days
And know what we will do before we choose
So we can walk with you in all your ways
And you can show us which path we should use
For though we try to leave you all the time
You show your love and patience when you wait
Then like the son who's lost without a dime
You never will condemn us to our fate
You're never-changing, always stay the same
And so forever we will praise your name

Sonnet VI

Wow, how lazy am I? I write these, but never post them. Talk about easy posting fodder. Here is the sixth sonnet I wrote for the Queen.

VI:
You know regarding sports I'm not a fan
I'd really rather watch a diff'rent show
Still I cannot forget where we began
To be together all those years ago
Yes, it was at a high school football game
Though both of us were four years out of school
I saw your face and still I knew your name
And soon we were to learn about a rule
It seems that for this game they made a fence
Because in last week's game there was a fight
So now a guard stood by a gate immense
Creating then a most poetic night
Because to sit with you, we soon would learn,
I had to cross the point of no return

Weekend Posts

You know what's really difficult? Posting anything on the weekends (or Mondays, apparently). It's not as if I don't have the technology. I have a phone (with a blogger app), a Kindle Fire tablet (posted from it before too), and a couple of computers, so methods of posting are all around me. It's just that it is easier to think to myself that I'll do it later, and I never do. I pondered posting yesterday a couple of times, but again, it fell to doing it later. Why does everything happen later? I'll have to look into procrastination someday when I get the time.

I will say that the Queen and Princesses keep me fairly busy on the weekends, and I like to spend my time with them, but to be honest, these latest posts don't take a lot of time. They're more commentary on stuff that happens than the novelic posts I used to come out with.

To be fair, along with a full weekend, work kept me pretty strapped yesterday (and today too, to an extent). It's hard to keep a train of thought going when you're constantly distracted. Maybe that's what it is. I never know if I'll have the five to ten minutes or so to write something, so I hold out for what feels like a better time.

I do dislike being interrupted.

Cloud Player

As the Queen is completely sick of hearing, my project at present is the Amazon Cloud Player and uploading everything I've ever owned up to it. At present, I'm pushing just shy of 22,000 tracks, and I'm sort of leveling out as I rip the final CDs in my collection. It's the clean up that's cumbersome. Anyway...

I'm presently trying to get some of the Podcasts I want to keep hold of on there. Thing is, Amazon states that they do not support a number of different audio types at present, including Podcasts and Audiobooks. However, I wonder what it is they don't support or how they even know it's a Podcast. When I did my massive iPod uploads, I managed to upload both Podcasts and Audiobooks without the system so much as whining. However, when attempting to deliberately upload some of the other ones, now it seems Amazon is onto me, and it ignores the files. Odd, I thought. What is different about these files versus the others?

Hence, I tried experimenting with all kinds of variations on the files. I've tweaked the metadata all over the place changing the file type from Podcast to Music, changing the genre, changing the artists. Well, it was too wise to fall for any of that. I ran the files through converters to change the entire file type from mp3 to other bit rates of mp3 and aac, but it was still wise to me.

So I thought back to the iPod and its uploads. What is different about the iPod files? Well, when you copy a file to an iPod, it pops it in a hidden directory in a completely random location and renames it from "Bob's Secret Podcast for Geeks Who Like To Watch White Out Dry on a Monitor - Programme 47.mp3" to "ACYX.mp3". I thought that was novel, so I renamed all my Podcasts to four letter file names.

It totally worked. Almost.

I had 16 remaining Podcasts that for whatever reason would not upload (actually there were three others, but in my various upload attempts, I managed to grab one at a time...yeah, I don't know). So I decided to run them through the MP3 converter and rename them (for a third time). It finally worked for those last few.

Never tell a geek he can't upload a file he wants to upload. He will find a way.

Scary Face

So last night, the Queen and I saw a news program where some woman was being interviewed, and all good taste aside, I remarked how scary the woman's face was. Picture the stereotypical witch face and make her pasty white. Got the image? Exactly like that. So the Queen lays down a loaded question, as women are wont to do, "So would you leave me if my face ever got that scary?" Really, this is as bad as, "Does this make me look fat?"

However, the wisdom of years and clever words dropped the perfect retort into my lap, so I replied, "Well, your face will never look that scary, so I don't see how it's a relevant question."

Boom. Owned.

But no kidding, that woman had a scary face.