Poetic humour outsourced

Something I came across in a blog published by a musician who's quickly rising to the top of my favourites list - John Mayer. Lovingly dedicated to those of you out there with hopelessly corrupted minds.

Happy Birthday, Chad.
You are my sound engineer
and together we share a house.
You keep me warm on those cold nights
by making sure the thermostat is functioning properly.
And if it's not, then we lovingly embrace
the fact that it will be cold
and pile on extra blankets
in our respective beds
that are located next to one another
at our local Serta mattress dealer.

I long to feel your caring touch
on the production of the next CD
And look forward to showering again with you soon.
Your sister looks lovely with that pregnant glow, and I hope the gift will go to good use.

A moment of solemness - A bomb in Maldives?

Yes. It is a word. Solemness. However odd it looks (it certainly strikes me as odd for some reason). Anyway, the point being - There's trouble brewing in paradise (how the heck do u brew trouble anyway?).

Errr yes... back to the point again. Paradise referring to the Maldives, there was a bomb blast in Maldives less than 24 hours ago in a serene park named the Sultan's Park, so named because (surprise!) it previously used to be part of the Sultan's Palace.

This post is dedicated to the 12 tourists who were injured in the blast. I wish them well on their road to recovery on behalf of the Maldivian population (who have already condemned the blast uproariously).

My own opinion on this whole thing? The utter STUPIDITY of this act almost eclipses the gravity of the situation. If there were any Maldivians involved in this whole tumultuous episode, they certainly displayed unprecedented insanity, living in a country that almost SOLELY relies on tourists as a source of income. Targeting a tourist spot? A stroke of genius I say. (Just this once I feel that an emoticon with rolling eyes would come in handy...)

Enough said. Over and out.