weirdness surpassing words
I went to college with Brenna. We spent a few years in our in our young adulthood, um, cutting a swath through San Francisco. We eventually drifted apart — she went off to raise her kids and I went off to do whatever it is I’ve done.
It has been a singular pleasure to find and reconnect with her on Facebook. She is a hilarious genius. I have a couple Halloween-related Brenna stories I’ll trot out in a few weeks, stories that won’t sully her current reputation as a pillar of her community.
This exchange started with her sharing a link to information about National Punctuation Day (check out the site when you have a chance), and sending the first haiku volley over my bow.
Brenna:
Punctuation Day
fast approaching better still
a(n) haiku contest
Becky:
Thanks, Wordy Brenna.
That site rox [sic]. Now I know
what brackets are for.
Brenna:
your well-come
Becky:
I was hoping this would spark a haiku-off!
Brenna:
Shoulda done so but
weekend replete with baseball
precluded reply
Becky:
Pfft, that’s no excuse
Dicking around on Facebook
is priority!
Brenna:
touché mon amie
c’est vrai I’ve been neglectful
of FB demands
Becky:
True! Isn’t it weird
after years, we leap back in
to our friendship? Bam!
Brenna:
weirdness surpassing
words astounds me that time moves
so fluidly now
Becky:
We’re upstanding now
Little does the public know
of our filthy pasts
Brenna:
No kidding they’re all
unaware of twisted acts
I lurve you, you know
Becky:
And I loaf you, too!
Can’t wait for some more e-fun.
May have to blog this.
Brenna:
Same here how crazy
to continue to relate
thru new medium
– – – – –
Having a conversation entirely in haiku with a friend I haven’t seen in at least 12 years is what it is all about. Thank you, internet!
Other Facebook hamblinks:
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: your friends are *so* cool! No chance I would fit in, I’d be the weird friend of Becky’s who hung around with the crowd observing and snickering, never really adding anything useful to the conversation.
You’d explain to them, over the to side to avoid embarrassment for me, that we became blood sisters back in the early days of blogging and you feel you must help reintegrate me into society. And everyone would tolerate me because everyone loves Becky and if Becky has sees something good in the weird chick there must be somethin’ there.
But damn if they can see it.
You’re fun, Becky!
Oh C-girl. You’d fit right in, you’d be the quiet-but-deep Beatle George. Besides, we know what to dress you in (see your comments under this entry): https://beckyhaycox.com/?p=431
Comments on this post from Facebook:
Mojave: I recently reconnected with a supercool pal after almost as long but I can’t believe we didn’t think to converse in haiku! Good stuff.
Becky Haycox: Thanks! Next, blank verse!
Brenna: Shucks, that was very sweet. I’m honored to be hamblogworthy. ?