35 Days

It has been 35 days since I have posted on here. Am I ashamed? Yes, a little, but not really enough to really make me feel bad. The real reason I haven't posted in about a month is because of travel and lack of internet. For a little over a week I was in Brazil and then I was in Hawaii, but now I am free to use the internet a much as I'd like. Hooray! Porn! Um... yeah... anyways...
You'd think that in my time traveling that I would get some stuff written but, alas, I did not. I am a lazy fucker and video games call to me. So this week I am going to get back on the writing train, so to speak, because I don't really believe that there is a train just for writing, but I could be wrong. I'll have to look into that. I have a lot to write about and a lot of time to write so perhaps I'll actually get something done, probably not.

Now I am off to play so version of Tiger Woods golf for the Wii. I don't know why but I just love golfing in video games. Actually I've started playing real golf recently and I enjoy that game as well as long as I am not being rushed. I hate being rushed in golf, mainly because I am terrible at the game. But I still like playing, it is fun when you aren't that good at it. So in the spirit of playing golf badly I have a piss poor golf poem for you.

Golf Poem

I like to make fun of golfers.
I mean just look at them.
It is a hilarious sport,
if you want to call it one.
For me I like to think of it as a game,
rather then a sport,
but what do I know.

I've been golfing only a handful of times,
and I freaking love the game,
but I'd damn sure hate it if I was any good.
I just swing away
if the ball goes further then I can throw it,
bully for me!
I've even gotten bogey once,
but usually I am 6 or 7 over par.

Golf is one of the few occasions where I drink.
I'm not terribly fond of alcohol,
but apparently when I swing
the odd misshapen sticks
I enjoy putting a few back,
even if it means I am going to have to play
a few more from the rough.

Copyright 2008 William Curb