Poetry schools give you ain’t no fun./Here’s the fix for everyone!

November 26, 2014 crankenfuss Leave a comment

Post #147 from Dr. Crankenfuss, The World’s Awesomest Raving and Rapping blogger–

Okay, today I’m gonna give you a quiz and I don’t think you’ll pass it. Ready?

At school you might see some people carrying around The Hunger Games, right? Or some will have a Wimpy Kid book. (And yes, I know they’re easier.) But for the gajillion dollar prize, name a poetry book that you often see students carrying around or talking about.

Well… I’m waiting for you to say something.

You can’t think of one, can you?

Well, there’s one that might soon be the answer to that question.

Over 50 young poets tell their stories in verse, every poem illustrated, and all ready to be performed, either in front of an audience or on video. There’s no other book like it. Check out the intro and meet some of the poets at the VOICES page on this site. You can hit the VOICES button up top or click here to go to it. The book’s coming to Amazon, Apple, Kobo, and Nook on Tuesday, December 2.

Hey, you don’t have to take my word for it. Just check that page out and you’ll see. I mean this must be good, because I’m not even talking about myself today. I’m giving publicity to Daniel and he and I don’t always like to share the stage. Well, actually I don’t ever like to give it to him, but here he deserves it.

’nuff said. Get ready to become an actor.

From the Dude with the ‘Tude
Who’s now stepping back
To become a flak
For Daniel’s poetic smack.

Freak Speak

Ebola is not the worst/ Another germ will kill us first

November 19, 2014 daniel Leave a comment

Post #146 from Dr. Crankenfuss, The World’s Awesomest Raving and Rapping blogger–

Ooh, I’m gonna get some hate on this one. That’s okay. I can take it, especially when I’m right. Now I’m not saying I want this to happen. I’m just saying that if we all use the same type of thinking that’s gone on with Ebola, this is what we should do.

Ebola had the whole country in a panic for a while. It was on TV all the time. You don’t hear much about it now. Thankfully there have been very few deaths and as far as I know, NOT ONE Ebola patient spread the disease to anyone aside from the nurses who were closely working with them. Not to their families, not to their friends, not to anyone who came near them. The doctors on TV must have been right. Ebola isn’t so easy to catch, unless you’re handling a patient’s vomit or diarrhea. (Sorry to be so gross.)

But everyone still wanted to quarantine anyone who’d even been to West Africa even if they weren’t showing any symptoms.

Fair enough. Maybe that plan helped. At least a lot of people would say it did.

But if we really want to save a lot of lives — and I mean A LOT OF LIVES — we should be quarantining a different group of people. At this website I read that 36,000 Americans die from FLU every year. 36,000?? OMG! And everyone knows it’s easy to catch the flu from somebody who has it. You don’t have to get near those “bodily fluids.” All that needs to happen is they cough or sneeze near you and BOOM, you could actually die!.

So couldn’t we save thousands of lives every year if we quarantined people who had the flu? Yeah, I know it would be practically impossible to make that happen, and people would riot if the government made it happen, but if it did, a lot of people would be alive next year who will definitely die from flu this year.

Think about it. In the meantime, my Mom made me get a flu shot.

From Dr. Crankenfuss,
a guy who’s just told ya’
how to fight a disease
that could be worse than Ebola

Freak Speak

Dr. Crankenfuss’s Mean, Horrible, Stupid Day

November 7, 2014 crankenfuss Leave a comment

Post #145 from Dr. Crankenfuss, (Usually) The World’s Awesomest Raving and Rapping blogger (but not today) –

This was a bad day.
There’s no getting around it.
It’s lucky I can barely find my head
Because I need to pound it.

I usually try to act all awesome and cool like I know what I’m doing. This is not always the case. In fact, it’s only true a fraction of the time and I’m not naming the fraction. I’m mad at myself and pretty embarrassed. Today I couldn’t get anything write. (See??)

Here’s what happened:

First off, my English teacher had me hand out some essays that had been graded. Not too bad. It’s not like I could see anyone’s grade. The teacher puts the grades on the back page. Smart teacher. But it does kind of show the teacher thinks I can read people’s names and that I know who people are, which I guess is a compliment.

Well, I couldn’t. There were at least four names I didn’t recognize. A few times I gave paper to the wrong people and they like almost threw the papers back at me. One guy said, “Can’t you read, doofus?” Anyway, I had to give back a few papers to the teacher and I felt kind of stupid. It turned out that all the mystery people were almost always quiet in class and didn’t raise their hands much to ever answer anything, but that didn’t make me feel any better. It really means that I need to notice other people more, doesn’t it?

So on the way to lunch, I decided to be nice and open one of those swinging doors for a friend. The door opened okay. It’s just that I whacked someone to my left who wasn’t looking. I almost got beat up because this dude was way bigger than me. Lucky he wasn’t in too bad a mood cause I could have been whacked (for real).

Finally in gym, we had to run five laps to warm up. That shouldn’t have been too hard. Guess again. I hadn’t tied my shoelaces and I tripped over my own feet. Smooth move, Ex-Lax. The gym teacher came over to make sure I was okay and then said he’d have to put me in the “fitness protection program.” Ha, ha! Everyone’s a comedian especially when I’m the joke.

So now I’m home and I’m kind of scared to leave my room. No telling what I might do — stub my toe on a dust bunny? Get up from the computer with my headphones still on and send me or my computer flying? I mean, the day’s not over yet. There’s plenty more bad stuff that could happen.

Maybe I’ll just go to bed early. Like 5:00.

From Dr. Crankenfuss,
the knucklehead
who shoulda stayed in bed