The following sentence appears on page 44 of the February 2006 National Geographic:
A good sex life can be as strong as Gorilla Glue, but who wants that stuff on your skin?
That sentence is only slightly less likely in its context than what will appear here at the Formal Blog tomorrow.
It would have been tonight, but I'm too upset by the fire today on Solomon's Island which destroyed, among other things, Bowen's Inn, where I play music every other Thursday. No one was hurt, and the land there is so valuable that, as long as everyone's insurance is in order, there shouldn't be any unexpected financial losses to property owners (insurance companies expect them, and expect them to be less than the premiums paid), even to those whose boats were tied up at the marina. Dishwashers, barkeeps, cooks, and waitstaff are another story, though the tourist season is about to begin and I hope things turn around soon for them. Their problems will in any case be much worse than mine, but I can't help but say that I'm gonna go nuts with no place to get loud for a while.
And I hope no one wants that stuff on my skin.
And if you don't want a sonnet about Gorilla Glue (should I have said that?), please suggest a topic, theme, rhyme, or image for next week!