My Brain Hurts

I've been working on a post for two weeks now. It's a significant post, something I've been thinking about a ton, and I'm struggling to express myself adequately. It's about the book I'm writing next; and the research I'm doing to prepare myself for writing a book like this; and the lines we, as authors, dance around (and over) as we write. It's a good post, but a difficult one. 

From here. This comic is unrelated, except that it's as random as everything else in this blog post.

As I struggle to spit out my deep-thinky thoughts, I bring you hilarious takes on classical literature! These are only excerpts of the original pieces; click over to see the full versions at the source. They're well worth the trip.

First up: "The Old Spice Guy Shows Up In Beowulf" Absolute genius.

Up then came / a worthy warrior,
Oak-tall, oak-strong / shorn-locked, short-shaven,
Dark as leather / dyed in walnut;
Clad in canvas / white as moonlight.
Up he strode / fearless, noble,
where Geatlings gathered. / Scorning arms
He spoke these words: / "Look upon me.
Now upon yourselves. / Again upon me.
You are not me." / Deep his voice
Like thunder's cry / or breath of God.

And second: "The .doc File of J. Alfred Prufrock" The original is one of my favorite poems. The parody made me spit coffee all over my monitor. 

And the messageboard, the website, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep...tired...or it malingers
Returning 404, here in front of me.
Should I, after iPhone apps and prices,
Have the strength to force AT&T to crisis?
But though I have wept and emailed, wept and played,
Though I have seen my avatar brought in upon a platter,
I am no hacker -- and here's no great matter;
I have seen the screen of my laptop flicker,
And I have seen the eternal bluescreen hold my eye, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

Now I return to deep-thinky thoughts, and my struggle to express them articulately and adequately.