The Taste of Gaga

How would you like to wake up to the taste of Lady Gaga in your mouth? What if you could taste her anytime, anywhere? Soon you may be able to. It seems that tea companies are interested in creating a Lady Gaga tea.

I wonder if it will be a trend. They could have Perry-eh (A rebranding of perrier water for Katy Perry. But we don't want to leave the men out. How about Pitt Martini or Clooney Cola or even a Vin Diesel Vextini?

I am sure both genders will love this one, Dicaprio Milk.

I look forward to your comment. If you are shy you can always email them to me at susan@clinchportal.com

Peaceful Protest

I was at the corner of Yonge and Bloor last Friday July 9, 2010. There was an elderly lady handing out flyers to invite people to protest the police action at the G20. She was in such a hurry to hand them out and get out of there. She kept checking her watch. She even told me she had a limited time in which to hand them out. I found that very odd so I wrote this poem about it.

"Peaceful Protest" By Susan Fischer

Busiest corner in the city, what a great place to hide.
Handing out my flyers, swallowing her pride.
Scoping every corner, watching the time.
Makes me wonder, when peaceful protest became a crime.

The Day the Internet Died

I had another strange dream last night so I thought I would post it here.

It was the usual morning for me. I pulled the covers off my head, stumbled to the shower then down to breakfast. I opened my Netbook but to my surprise: no Facebook, no Hotmail. That was odd. I reset the router but it was would not connect. Not to worry, I pulled out my iPhone from my Coach Poppy handbag. No signal.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see crowds wandering aimlessly down the street. Being the curious type, I went outside. “No GPS! How will I know where I am?” one person screamed. “No FourSquare! How will anyone know where I am?” another yelled. I started to laugh then woke up.

I lay back in my bed pondering my dream. In my hand was an article about Prince predicting the downfall of the Internet. What if we really did lose it? Would we visit the record store again? Would we actually look at a map? Would we really talk to our friends? It is definitely something to ponder. I got out of bed and went to work.

Cloudlet Party

This morning on the train I placed my head on the window and had a nap. This is what I dreamed.

One day two water droplets sat together on a pier. “Where have you been?” the first drop asked. “I floated on the air up to the clouds”, the second drop said. “What were they like?” the first drop asked. “ Cloud-lets love to party. They dance to the rhythm of the wind. As they dance they get excited. Exciting parties attract more cloudlets. Eventually it becomes a massive Mosh Pit. The cloudlets bounce off the walls and each other. Some do not like to party. When they get bumped into, they punch. A massive bar fight began. One of the brawlers knocks over a light and it flashed across the sky. Scared Cloudlets exited as fast as they could. Some jumped to other clouds, while others simply dropped to the ground in surrender. This is how I came back to you”, the second cloud said. “Wow, next time take me with you. I have lots of friends that love to party”, the first drop said. “Next time the air is warm and heavy, be prepared and I will come back for you”, the second drop said floating away. The first drop rushed off to tell all his friends.