"Brian Huntley" <[email hidden]> wrote in message news:[email hidden]...
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(to the tune of "On Top of Spaghetti"😉
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So farewell old blinkie You served me so well. But this always happens With cheap [censored] from Bell.
We're on the same wave length -- I was mentally composing another version of my saga to this tune while in the shower -- and now I found you beat me to it.
Alas, I wish it had been cheap [censored] from Bell. Instead, it was a Cat Eye TL-LD600.
To the tune of "I left my heart in San Francisco":
I lost my blinkie On Second Av'nue I hit a bump -- it flew away Then a city metro bus Crunched it; let me cuss It was cheap, it wasn't rare I don't care!
My blinkie's crushed On Second Av'nue I will mourn its loss, and heave a sigh When I buy a new, replacement blinkie The old will always shine in mem-o-ry!
To the tune of "I left my heart in San Francisco":
I lost my blinkie On Second Av'nue I hit a bump -- it flew away Then a city metro bus Crunched it; let me cuss It was cheap, it wasn't rare I don't care!
My blinkie's crushed On Second Av'nue I will mourn its loss, and heave a sigh When I buy a new, replacement blinkie The old will always shine in mem-o-ry!
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Lost a few like that. Is there a corollary to Murphy's law that whenever you lose a blinkie there's a vehicle ready to pulverize it? Two of the three I lost were ground up like that. The third smashed on impact -- I only ever found one battery...
"Claire" <[email hidden]> wrote in message news:[email hidden]... To the tune of "I left my heart in San Francisco":
I lost my blinkie On Second Av'nue I hit a bump -- it flew away Then a city metro bus Crunched it; let me cuss It was cheap, it wasn't rare I don't care!
My blinkie's crushed On Second Av'nue I will mourn its loss, and heave a sigh When I buy a new, replacement blinkie The old will always shine in mem-o-ry!
there once was a blinkie from seattle whose bracket had started to rattle a flight it did take but wound up a pancake mister gravity won the last battle
To the tune of "I left my heart in San Francisco":
I lost my blinkie On Second Av'nue I hit a bump -- it flew away
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Heh! I might have found it! Just before going beneath an unlit double overpass one wet and miserable night last winter, I saw a red flash on the path ahead. Followed by another a second or two later. I slowed down and rolled on until I was abreast of the flashing. It was a wet, salt- and sand-encrusted blinkie, cracked and otherwise the worse for wear. Apparently it had vibrated loose from, and fallen off, a vehicle on the interstate highway above. It was still doing its thing. I took it home, wiped it off, and put it on the bedroom chest. That sucker kept going for many weeks. When it finally succumbed I gave it a decent burial.
Thanks to whomever lost the blinkie on the Alex Fraser Bridge February last, it was still in good working order (rechargeable batteries and all) when I came along and picked it up. How lucky I was that it fell on the walkway and not into the river!
"Alex Colvin" <[email hidden]> wrote in message news:[email hidden]...
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How about a blinky haiku?
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bright beautiful blinky, broken and busted, bye blinkie
nice imagery. needs a seasonal reference, though.
Second Ave in Spring Potholes and a metro bus Death of a Blinkie
A well-executed haiku is rooted in the physical world of our senses, yet suggests something deeper, often evoking the mysterious, transitory nature of all existence. By invoking the images of spring, of grey potholes perhaps filled with rain, and contrasting that the bright blinkie turning to shards of plastic, we are rewarded not just with the required kigo of haiku, but its satori moment of the blinkie's destruction. We are left with a feeling of melancholy, the shunshu of spring.
