Ok, so i just nodded off at the comp while browsing mules to select, and i had a nightmare. The mules are Mad! lol
So, what do you do when you are bored?
This kind of stuff... (many apologies to E.A. Poe lol)
The Mule:
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious mule of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my hard drive core.
" 'Tis some silly mule," I muttered, "tapping at my hard drive core;
Only this, and nothing more."
Open here I flung the case, when, with a very reddened face,
In there stepped a stately mule, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched upon my hard drive core.
Perched upon a hard drive sector, just inside my hard drive core,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this stately mule beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy close be not that cool, my intentions were not cruel,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient mule, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the old mule, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, mule or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no credit as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my buying streak unbroken! get off of my hard drive core!
Take thy image from off my screen, and take thy form from off my core,
Quoth the old mule, "Nevermore."
And the old mule, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the lonely hard drive sector just inside my hard drive core;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the l.e.d. lights o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the core;
And his credits that he gives me once a day, and sometimes more
Shall be his---nevermore!
yes, i'm bored. can ya tell? lol
