She Blogs with Elemental Fury

No, this isn't in reference to "She Flies With Her Own Wings," it's a tale of young bloggers in love:

Well, it's been nearly 24 hours since I declared MKH my "perfect woman" and I have yet to elicit a response from her, save for that of an uncomfortable silence which, itself, has only been interrupted by the screaming certainty that a restraining order is in the works.

Well, we don't know about her yet. Maybe she's afraid Jack is a closet liberal.

Anyway, as my MKH is quite certainly a woman of modesty and virtue, I will put her poem in the extended entry so as to protect her dignity from prying eyes. My dignity was lost the minute I started reading this blog.

Or maybe she's distracted by some other white shaft. Either way, we feel similarly about our dignity, but we visit Ace's place every so often anyway. On to the poem:

She blogs with Elemental Fury
and when she blogs
it is as if Thunder itself,
not content to rule the Heavens,
must expand its boundaries by
rolling, in waves, over the mountains of the Earth. ...

And when she v-logs,
it is as if Lightning,
mercurial, quicksilver, lightning,
has chosen precisely this moment to illuminate my world,
removing the darkness, only to just as quickly withdraw,
and leave my burned retinas
as the only evidence
of its passing.

Were you watching her v-log at the local library again? Clearly, we the one's whole hook you up with Pamela's "don't you wish you were hot like me, the bikini-boobie version" as evidenced by our #3 position on Google. But she doesn't fly with her own wings, nay she dost blogeth with elemental fury.

Yes, she blogs with Elemental Fury,
her fingers flashing, her thoughts
forming, her consciousness standing before
all to see, testament in and of itself
to the wonders
of recombinant DNA
and the powers of an almighty benefactor
who saw fit to grant
this player to our world's
stage.

Fingers, DNA, alright already, we'll leave this budding love affair to its own devices.