Not to put too fine a point on it, say I'm the only bee in your bonnet

Back when I was still hauling ass to Walter Reed at unspeakable times in the morning, I had the idea that one April Fools Day, I would announce that the recruiting literature had worked on me, and I had decided to enlist in order to serve my country and further my career (and also to get a better parking space there, goddamn), and that I was therefore deleting my journal and all writing immediately, so not to get nailed by the authorities for all that pesky homoeroticism floating around on it.

I never did it, because I was fairly sure the reaction would be a resounding yawn. I'm not really good with clever pranks; mine just fall into the petty spite category.

Anyway, April is also our National Poetry month, so hey. LET'S GET SOME POETRY ALL UP IN HERE.

( blessing the boats by Lucille Clifton )

Today, I was lectured by a German radiologist on the subject of umlauts.

( Some TMI about my health status, and a couple of links on alligators, pranks, politics, comics, and Iron Man )

This is also the time of year when I begin frenzied work on a regularly recurring project, which basically involves turning a couple hundred unformatted medical abstracts into a polished book within a two week period. So, I will either not be around at all, or I will be around all the time and claiming to be the Lizard King.