Other People Who are Funnier than Me

Again, a post all about other things than my own because I'm simply not this inspired...
Here is Jane Thynne's take on John Donne's possible reaction to modern technology:

to her lover, who is too busy to have a meaningful conversation

you never talk,
you never even text
its quite a miracle you manage sex.
we barely email,
not even twitter
is it any wonder i feel bitter
whenever i can bear to contemplate
your utter failure to communicate?
when first we met in realms of cyberspace
like souls in darkness seeking a friendly face
the web we surfed was like a vasty deep
an ethereal paradise where spirits meet
and through our flickering laptops every night
the world contracted to a megabyte.
we then like astronauts
at heaven's borders
believed ourselves new internet explorers
and in those moments
even dared to think
one day we too might make a hyperlink
though first we met on friends reunited
i knew our love would one day be requited
that continents and countries we would roam
and to exotic lands have one day flown.
but all the global roaming you have known
is what you do on business trips by phone
and when i tell you that i feel neglected
i get the feeling you've disconnected
but how can i your true thoughts even guess
if you will never your Outlook Express?
and now my server's down, my link is broken
too many times after the tone i've spoken
and as for all your new technology
your Blackberry will bear no fruit for me
that's why on Facebook, where other souls may mingle
i have now changed my Relationship Status to 'single'

This here, also, is my favourite Flight of the Conchords song at the moment, and a general counter to my current(/perpetual) achey-heart-ness. I can't help laughing at the same line every time - "Who organised all my ex-girlfriends into a choir, and got them to sing?"