Welcome back to Haiku Monday, where Fish Hack is weighing in with the first post of 2015 after a week in the basement thanks to the Fish Wrap’s use-it-or-lose-it policy on vacations.
And just where do outdoor writers go on vacation? We visit other people’s cubicles, just to get away from it all.
Hack bucks work, relax./Insurance salesmen’s the best/cubby. There’s whiskey.
For you few Haiku Monday virgins out there, this is when and where Fish Hack opines about the outdoors and whatever else comes to mind with some bad versions of old Japanese poetry sprinkled in as the schtick to stick out in the bloggosphere, a.k.a. Crapland.
Crapland, cyberpit./Every idiot now blogs./Don’t steal haiku schtick.
Winter steelhead are starting to show their metallic heads throughout the middle and lower Rogue, part of Hack’s home waters. Gave it a whirl last week, only the high and muddy and cold water didin’t produce any steelhead.
Now back in the Fish Wrap trying to remember passwords and all the other erased intelligence that occurs when Hack’s gone for a week.
Hack’ll have to call the call center in India for help.
“What’s my password, bro?” /”Sorry, Sir, I don’t know ‘bro.’”/”"Just gimme the code.”