all is well in the house of crackalack today. we've got a new place for poetic impulses...and we have new ways of leaving comments on the entry...instead of an ephemeral, temporary one brushed to the side. so...things are well...

unfortunately, the housekeeper of crackalack must be off to go to a rehearsal...he doesn't know if he got the nights off that he needed...so...things are shaky...

i'm not really feeling the who third person thing...so...anyways...

i don't really like the show that i am in...working with conservative orange county kids would sound fun and all...but, it gets tiresome being the misunderstood minority college boy. maybe that should be my superhero monniker...seeing how i can't save people and stop crimes unless i have a moniker...i can't go out being myself...i'd be making myself and my family targets of super-villians and henchmen. until i think of a moniker (sp?), the crime must continue.

please visit my poetry diary...i'd, like, be your best friend, for, like, ever. or next week...or the next five minutes, whatever.