This kid cracks me up

Report from Planet Stas is the blog of a 7-year old.  Here is his prize-winning poem.  I applaud the use of the word “orb”.

Our Earth’s Future

Garbagey globe.
Stinky skies.
No place to live,
The earth in disguise.

Polluted planet.
Odorous orb.
No world for us anywhere,
No light to absorb.

Get rid of this scene!
Should Wall-E clean up our earth?
No Way!
I say …Go Green!

Ode to Firefox

Ode to Firefox

By SaraToday

O Jessie

A year has come and gone since you first switched to Firefox.

You mentioned it once but didn’t push,

Perhaps sensing my hesitancy.

I declined; didn’t even look into it.

Said, “Self, I’ve always used Internet Explorer.”

‘Twas the worst of human nature –

Fear of change,

Clinging to the old ways.

Squinty-eyed folded-armed suspicion.

Even with the neo-hippiness of my long-past college days

I didn’t believe something created by many people for free

could be as good as something made by a company for profit.

Shame, shame, for shame.

.

Then recently I was encouraged

And somewhat pressured

By a man in black aptly named Code.

I took the plunge.

I pressed Download.

Import Favorites.

Keep my previous homepage.

.

Wha… ?  It’s subtly faster –

Oh.  Oh look how quickly it opens images.

Ooooohhhhh.

And, it … asks me questions.  So many options!

Do I want to save and reopen these tabs next time? YES YES YES!

Open Source I embrace thee!

Like Free Range and Co-Op and CommonWealth.

Like the wireless woven web itself

we are supported by

this quiet glue of many minds at work.

.

And I feel so hip with the pretty little world in my toolbar.

Cool beans.  Cool beans.

We interrupt this month of programming to bring you this special Halloween post

I wasn’t going to post anything to interrupt OCTOBER:  MONTH OF VIDEOS, but I have to share with you this hilarious rant by Mr. Don Mills on his continually funny blog, The Problem With Young People Today Is.

His Halloween post, Affronts to Old People #7: God Damned Teenage Trick-or-Treaters, left me rolling AND cackling:

“Few things chaff my thighs more than damned teenagers who don’t know when to hang up the pillowcase and stop trolling for free candy on Halloween.

I have no objection to doling out some boxed raisins or wintergreen lozenges to a damned 3-year old in a Garfield costume but I get pretty incensed when some pock-marked 17-year old smelling of old bong water and sloth shows up at my door with a insolent scowl and a demand for free food.”

Read the rest … here.