When it rains…

I don’t know what it is, but I seem to actually start my on-the-side personal projects when I’m at my busiest. Maybe I’m just more focused; I don’t know. Regardless, I’m finally taking time to learn to type in a Dvorak keyboard layout. Photomatt (please don’t make me type out links, this is slow enough) clued me in to this, and is the only person I know to actively use it. I like it so far for comfort, even if it is SLOW as I’m learning. To practice, I typed out the first thing that came to mind, tho poem I had to memorize in 7th grade. So, here is Jabberwocky, 14 years later.

Twas brillig and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wade.
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son,
the jaws that bite, the claws that catch.
Beware the jubjub bird and shun
the frumious bandersnatch.”

He took his vorpal sword in hand,
Long time the manxome foe he sought,
And rested he by the tumtum tree
And stood a while in thought.

And as he stood in uffish thought he stood,
The jabberwocky, with eyes aflame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood
And burbled as it came.

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack.
He left it dead, and with its head,
he went galumphing back.

“An hast thou slain the jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh, frabjous day! Caloo, calay!”
He chortled in his joy.

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wade.
All mimsy were the borogoves
and the mome raths outgrabe.

(Lewis Carroll)