A meme, borrowed from cipherpunk

I am the sonnet, never quickly thrilled; Not prone to overstated gushing praise Nor yet to seething rants and anger, filled With overstretched opinions to rephrase; But on the other hand, not fond of fools, And thus, not fond of people, on the whole; And holding to the sound and useful rules, Not those that seek unjustified control. I'm balanced, measured, sensible (at least, I think I am, and usually I'm right); And when more ostentatious types have ceased, I'm still around, and doing, still, alright. In short, I'm calm and rational and stable - Or, well, I am, as much as I am able. What Poetry Form Are You?

It said if I wasn't this I'd be a triolet. But alas, apparently I'm not a kyrielle (largely because that result isn't possible on the quiz).

Miscellany - photos and a link.

I found this a fascinating but not entirely surprising piece. But I do wish something like that would happen somewhere I go through, when I could afford the time to stop and enjoy. I like to think I'd notice...who knows.

Over at Flickr, four new photos are up. The first one uploaded (therefore fourth on the page) is a shot of the vineyard by Dad's place, taken last month. I think once a month is enough to show progress...but maybe I will keep driving out there all year, if I can, just to complete it so there's at least one per month. It's kind of neat to watch. Week by week is often little change, but month to month....

The other three photos are ones I took when we were over for Easter dinner, and include Sammy (the dog) looking very resigned while still wearing that towel he got draped with. I'm amused. One of the other two gives some sense of how many people were there - though there were quite a few folks not in the photo, it gives a good idea.

Bed early tonight, I think; I'm a bit tired.