I simply must keep current, mustn't I?
The answer to that question: Of course! Therefore, in keeping with my desire to be abreast of all the latest trends, I just added a DVR (that is Digital Video Recorder to you) to my cable package. A built-in little TiVO to record my cooking shows and my Star Trek and my Family Guy and my Homovision (e.g. Queer Eye). And I will have the luxury of watching them any time I want! That...well, that is simply lovely.
Another luxury to which I was recently introduced: having poetry written for me. I do not think anyone has composed an ode in my honor before, so imagine my pleasure when I discovered this little gem in my guestbook, courtesy of the always-charming Mare-Ingenii:
Now look, my dreams, they're not dull
In all the wrong places, I'll mull
Like last Sunday, in Mass,
as I pondered his ass
and worshipped that New York god, Ful!
Not ONLY was I being pondered during church, people, what specifically was being pondered?
That is right.
My ASS.
My ass was being thought about in CHURCH. Even if only in the confines of a saucy limerick, the very idea brings me paroxysms of joy! Given the general attitude towards the combination of church-going religion and sauciness (read: highly unfavorable), I think that means this poem qualifies for the genre of "avant-garde," right? That clearly puts me on the cutting edge -- nay, the bleeding edge -- of both technology AND art.
Synthesis, people. It is the name of the game.