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.

Visions of April 12, 2010

Last night I laid my head on my pillow expecting a good night sleep but I couldn't. April 12, 2010 was floating around in my head. The room around me began to blur and fade into darkness. I heard roars of thunder and screams followed by sirens. The sounds faded and a reverbertating voice spoke to me. "This is a warning of what is to come on April 13, 2036", the voice stated, "Continue your work preparing others for the event to come."

I awoke in a panic the word California floated in my head. If anyone can explain my vision please comment on this blog or email me at susan@clinchportal.com

September 10, 1949

It is a sad day today as I cannot really hide it from my family any longer. My stomach is too big to hide now. I fear telling them what has happened both because of their reaction and what the boys would do.

The boys have taken me in. Since I was living with a friend of the family they were very happy I was able to move out on my own and take on my own responsibilities

Little did they know what responsibilities I really had. I was scared but I also realized that the boys would take care of me. I held a secret that was well documented and would be released if anything happened to me. I was in good hands.

June 20, 1949

The pain I felt this day was very strong. I knew when I awoke that morning that something would happen to me to hurt me but I had no idea what or whom would hurt me.

I was prepared, but not for this. I was late for school so I had to go to the office for a note from the principal then head to class. On the way to class from the principal’s office I ran into one of the seniors. He had talked to me over the past couple months and I thought I trusted him. He offered me a cigarette to smoke with him in the boy’s washroom.

Once he got me inside he handed it to me and lit it for me. The cigarette tasted differently but he told me it was a different brand. I started to feel a little dizzy and I seemed to have lost my voice. It was then that everything began. I turned around to look at the exit door but it was blocked by 3 boys. I felt strongly that something bad was about to happen. In fact I felt it when he offered the cigarette but I ignored the feelings. They told me to co-operate and they would take care of me. I knew they were stronger than me so I gave in.

Now it is possible that I am pregnant by one of the 4 of them although I am not sure which one. They all had their chance inside me. I told nobody about it. Once I start showing they will take me in and take care of me as long as they get their chances inside me again. I guess I am an entertainer now just like my mom.

I should have listened to my instinct and not gone in there. I guess I am just as foolish as my friends who I warn and they don't listen