A mate and I made this video 8 or 9 years ago for our beach mission. He uploaded it to youTube, so I figured I’d link it so you can watch. The music is Audio Adrenaline – Do You Know Where You’re Gonna Go.
RodeoClown: yes.
A mate and I made this video 8 or 9 years ago for our beach mission. He uploaded it to youTube, so I figured I’d link it so you can watch. The music is Audio Adrenaline – Do You Know Where You’re Gonna Go.
RodeoClown: yes.
We played Omaha poker
at lunch today. Win.
I like Omaha poker.
Omaha poker
Played it at lunch today. Win!
I love Omaha
RodeoClown: chaotic
Click the image for more.
RodeoClown: </p> Heh!

A good website designer always needs time to laugh at the funny web designs they find on web sites. Some web site designs can be funny and some websites are serious while other web sites are not.
I’d love to be a spider
and spin a web of silk,
paralyse small insects
and drink their guts like milk
I’d make my web an artwork
spun round and round and round
When someone saw it on the grass
they’d stomp it to the ground
I could get to any room at all
even in the shower.
I could watch the girls get undressed
they’d see me and they’d cower
I’d bite them with my dripping fangs,
inject them with my bite.
They’d swell and itch and howl with pain
and drop dead by that night
My love-life would be exciting
I would have to hit and run
My girl would use me for her babies,
then try and eat me when she’s done!
Well, this is my second spider poem.
The last one is much more serious.
It would be pretty fun to be a spider.
I had a different ending verse, but it
was pretty rude, so I changed it. I’m
not sure if I like this one better or not.
New notes:
I wrote this poem while I was at university. I found it recently and thought I’d give it a re-airing. It was originally posted here.
RodeoClown: webilicious.
Sometimes I wish I was a spider
I’d make a subtle web
spun from the finest silk
and wait for a fly
I would make my home an artwork
to be seen by all the world
sparkling in the dawn,
invisible at dusk
I could crawl wherever I pleased
my only dread a shoe
thrown at me in fear
and they often miss
Sit upon the ceiling, watching
as another world passes by.
Another fly-on-the-wall
is just a meal
The venom in my mouth would not
come just from my tongue
I would destroy with my fangs
and not with words
A short life, and morbid
living on a death-trap
with no friends at all
even my mate wants to eat me
This poem, and its counterpart are both inspired by a web I drew. I couldn’t decide whether to have a serious poem, or a fun poem so I chose both, read my other arachnid poem two…
Did you like that use of ‘two’ to also mean ‘too’… um, I’ll go now…
New notes:
I wrote this poem while I was at university. I found it recently and thought I’d give it a re-airing. It was originally posted here.
RodeoClown: just like flies.
Bear Essential – v1 by ~rodeoclown on deviantART
I made this deviation a long time ago and stumbled across it today. You really need to click the title link and read the description. That’s where the art is.
RodeoClown: bear-ly there.