21.4.05

Is this true?

Yes, it is true....



Eric's head is made of poop.

posted by Scott Alan Miller @ 12:44 AM 0 comments

12.4.05

Another Poem

This poem takes me back to second grade. It reminds me of being seven years old. I have not heard this poem since that time. But it has stuck with me over the years and I felt the need to share it with everyone because it was such an awesome poem.

There are too many people in this tub.
There are too many elbows to scrub.
I just washed a behind,
That I'm sure wasn't mine,
There are too many people in this tub.

posted by Scott Alan Miller @ 1:12 PM 0 comments

8.4.05

Classic Poem, Arti Farti

Previously available as an audiopost on SGL2, here is a classic poem just for Eric:

Arti Farti Had A Parti,
All the Farts Were There!

Huey Bleui, Let A Beauty,
All went out for air.

Long ago when we were just little kids - maybe sixth grade or so - Eric and I put that poem into the speech synthesizing engine of a Commodore Amiga 1000 computer (that is a Motorola 68000 processor with 512KB or memory and dualing floppy drives for those who don't remember.)

My dad came down and heard us making the computer tell fart limmericks and made us quit. If he hadn't done that, I am sure that we would never have remembered this awesome poem. But now, it will go down in infamy. If only I could spell Infamy.

posted by Scott Alan Miller @ 2:19 AM 0 comments