Monday, February 14, 2011

have a herpe VD!

it's valentine's day and my monday morning got off to a great start with the weekly eloop from the writers federation of nova scotia. but then, every eloop is a delight, with a mix of useful information on upcoming events and the musings of the fed's in-house poet, sue goyette. join today!

here are sue's thoughts on valentine's day:


Hey Folks,

Love can sweep you off your feet and carry you along in a way you’ve never known before. But the ride always ends, and you end up feeling lonely and bitter. Wait. It's not love I'm describing. I'm thinking of a monorail, said Jack Handy. Some of us are celebrating Valentine’s Day, that grand holiday of love, on Monday. And some of us are just riding the monorail of life. If you’re with George Herbert, who said: love, and a cough, cannot be hid then read on here. And if you’re with Groucho Marx: I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury then your e-loop message is at the bottom of this email. All the way at the bottom. Like your heart. That’s right, my friends, this is the first ANNUAL choose your own adventure Valentine’s eloop.

For all of you celebrating Valentine’s Day:
This Valentine’s Day, why not give over to the Dalai Lama of good love, the Elvis of moves, the Wizard of O’s? I am ze peanut butter. You are ze jelly. Come, let us make a sandwich of love. That’s right, Pepe Le Pew, ze locksmith of love, is all you need to make this Valentine’s Day your best one yet. Zee cabbage, after all, does not run away from zee corn-beef. And every peanut needs its brittle. This little skunk has all the moves, the words to guarantee a full twenty-four hours of loving bliss: Where are you, my little Lona Misa? I am looking for you. He is looking for all of us. And when he finds us: Now zen cherie, en guarde! Look-out. What a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow, said Nathaniel Hawthorne, and if you’re reading this, I’d say you agree. Bon weekend and des gros bisous à tout!

-30-

If you’re reading this, you’re probably humming that old Jimmy Buffet song: If The Phone Doesn't Ring, It's Me. I’ve found an old Irish Prayer that I think must have been invented for times like this and I do hope it helps:
                        
May those who love us love us,
                        and those who do not love us,
                        may God turn their hearts,
                        and if He cannot turn their hearts
                        may He turn their ankles
                        that we may know them by their limping.
Falling in love, 
as the great anti-Valentine’s Day anthem by Aerosmith goes, is so hard on the knees. And don’t we know it. Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love, said Charlie Brown. I say make this the week when you buy a lot of chocolate on sale. Here’s the plan: Wait until Tuesday. Pull some pants on over your pajamas. Buy as much as you can carry. Draw the blinds when you get home and sit on the floor with this new and wondrous stash. Eat it. We will know each other by how fast we talk and how excited we feel. Call it a sugar rush or call it really living. Either way, let’s make sure we keep each other company out there. Bon weekend, my friends, et des gros bisous pour tous!
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