One Seuss, Two Seuss…

I’ve noticed that if you read much Dr. Seuss
Your brains quite invariably start to get loose,
And all of your sentences fall into meter
Like the thump-thumping feet of a geet-eater-greeter.
And if you greet beasties that like to eat geets
And your made-up-ed words sound like swift-stomping feets
And you’re trying to rhyme while you’re writing e-mail
Then your e-correspondence is destined to fail.

So if you have mailed me and haven’t heard back
Please note that it’s not due to love or its lack.
I’ve simply been reading too much Dr. Seuss.

That’s all.

Yours sincerely,

Patrick Rothfuss

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94 Comments

  1. Korjik
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 3:52 AM | Permalink

    Sir, you are full of greatness. Thank you.

  2. Posted February 10, 2011 at 4:04 AM | Permalink

    Truth at last.. Rhyming and emailing does not go well together. Poor recipients of those whacked messages.

  3. swhalley150
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 4:05 AM | Permalink

    Though usually in comments I remain most aloof

    I have been compelled to sign up by this smattering of Seuss

    And it appears through the fact that while morning in Britain

    It’s dark in Wisconsin so this is the first comment written.

    But why this particular blog do you ask?

    Because while waiting for book two has been an arduous task

    The time is approaching when my need will be sated

    And the hunger for Elodin and Kvothe be abated

    And though ryming like Seuss as a pastime is top

    I am finding it really quite hard now to stop.

    (As you can see)

    Sorry…

    • oli
      Posted February 10, 2011 at 9:11 AM | Permalink

      I am most impressed
      with this articulate guest
      for he has expressed
      my love for Kvothe best

      • Posted February 10, 2011 at 10:27 AM | Permalink

        Heh. I really didn’t mean to start a trend today….

  4. cathy_j
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 4:07 AM | Permalink

    Don’t you mean Yours Sincerely, Patrick Roth-foose ;-)

  5. Posted February 10, 2011 at 4:07 AM | Permalink

    i am too hooked on fb. Where’s the “like” button? :P

  6. Proper
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 4:34 AM | Permalink

    Be the wee hour of two am here,

    And yet I feel my self caught in this rhyming snare,

    You would think that by now I would have answer sleep’s plead,

    But I must sate this itch for a Kvothe’s story reread,

    Honestly, to have perfect memory is my wish,

    Novel-based sleep deprivation would be abolished.

    • Posted February 10, 2011 at 5:02 AM | Permalink

      Every time someone uses slant rhyme, baby Jesus cries.

      • Oykib
        Posted February 10, 2011 at 5:50 AM | Permalink

        I heard the same thing happens when a women gets a breast reduction.

      • oli
        Posted February 10, 2011 at 8:46 AM | Permalink

        Come on Pat, be kind. Kvothe would have nticed the error but would he have mentioned it?

        • bremon
          Posted February 10, 2011 at 9:24 AM | Permalink

          Yes. He totally would have. It would have messed up his whole day.

        • Posted February 10, 2011 at 9:42 AM | Permalink

          I have an irrational prejudice against slant rhyme.

          • DShannon
            Posted February 10, 2011 at 12:56 PM | Permalink

            I find that entertaining coming from Patrick Rothfoose.. or have I been pronouncing your (or Dr. Seuss’s) name wrong this whole time?

          • Lanre
            Posted February 11, 2011 at 3:22 AM | Permalink

            Patrick Rothfuss
            Sometimes doth fuss
            When a slant rhyme shows its mien

            Flee this easel
            Foul shitweasel
            I decry your form mundan — err, unclean.

        • GBoyden
          Posted February 10, 2011 at 1:25 PM | Permalink

          I’m pretty sure he did mention it:

          “I understand that if I saw a horse with a leg this badly ‘sprung,’ I’d kill it out of mercy, then burn its poor corpse for fear the local dogs might gnaw on it and die”

      • Proper
        Posted February 10, 2011 at 4:41 PM | Permalink

        Come one. I wrote the thing at 2am. Didn’t even realize they where slants.

  7. swedishness
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 4:40 AM | Permalink

    Once a year the rhyming habit grabs me

    As christmas gifts with words decorated be

    I now feel compelled to strike again

    And through will and effort wrack my brain

    For see, a much-anticipated date soon is nigh

    When all of us Kingkiller addicts will be on a high

    This needs must be celebrated in style

    And what better way than to wax lyrical a while?

    March 1st pretty please come soon

    All this waiting is making me crazy as a loon

    Finished NotW again last week

    Another read-through by a certified geek

    Methinks I now must lay down for a bit

    My poor brain is almost afire from all this wit!

  8. Posted February 10, 2011 at 5:00 AM | Permalink

    Metrics, people. Metrics.

    Iamb. Look it up.

    • sdowrick
      Posted February 10, 2011 at 5:48 AM | Permalink

      Tut tut, Mr. Rothfuss, no iambs are these*:
      say amphibrachs rather, good sir, if you please**.

      ____

      * Except that one.

      ** … And that one.

    • dressner
      Posted February 10, 2011 at 6:12 AM | Permalink

      I really like swhalley150’s for sure

  9. saphillips
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 5:09 AM | Permalink

    Looking forward to future installments in the “bitin yo style” section. Can’t wait to see who’s next.
    Steinbeck? That would be something.

    • LurKing
      Posted February 10, 2011 at 9:28 AM | Permalink

      I don’t care. ;)

  10. jdcb
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 5:45 AM | Permalink

    Now I’m waiting for you first ‘actually for children childrens book’…

    I finished re-reading NOTW yesterday, now I’m more itching than ever to get my hands on TWMF…

  11. MichaelRW
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 6:16 AM | Permalink

    I knew I had to back off of my recitations of ‘Fox in Socks’ when my two year old woke up muttering: “When Tweedle Beetles fight it’s called a tweedle beetle battle…”

  12. Andrew Roberts
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 6:23 AM | Permalink

    I feel quite compelled to comment on this blog
    As my mind seems to clear from an internal fog
    Long years I have waited for a date to arrive
    And now that it’s nearing I feel so alive
    With excitement and wonder at what will unfold
    I can’t help but imagine what book two will hold
    My nails have been bitten, my hairs going gray
    Much trouble I’m having contin-uing this way
    But soon I will have what my hart does desire
    And into my mind I will quickly retire
    For reading your book called the Wise Mans Fear
    Will be something I cherish for many a year

    • Andrew Roberts
      Posted February 10, 2011 at 6:28 AM | Permalink

      line 4 should have been

      And now that it’s nearing I feel so alive

      • Posted February 10, 2011 at 6:47 AM | Permalink

        I fixed it for you…

        • Andrew Roberts
          Posted February 10, 2011 at 7:36 AM | Permalink

          thank you! that was really bugging me.

    • Lomky
      Posted February 10, 2011 at 7:42 AM | Permalink

      Thank you for that! (Your meters just right!) You made my poetry reading night.

  13. bungi
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 6:32 AM | Permalink

    Why not the tried and true A,B,A,B,C,D,C,D,E,F,E,F,G,G?…its worked for centuries.

    • Master Freespirit
      Posted February 10, 2011 at 11:00 AM | Permalink

      ABBA, ABBA, CDE, CDE is so much better and takes talent. Shakespeare didn’t invent the sonnet.

  14. Widow Of Sirius
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 6:35 AM | Permalink

    I’m not risking the rhyming. I’ll be rhyming in my head all day at school as it is without showing you my awful grasp on meter.

    But nevertheless, good job. Making up new words has always been a better alternative to slant rhyme – just ask Dr. Seuss and Shakespeare.

  15. Tal
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 6:38 AM | Permalink

    Rhyming is fun even if your as bad at it as i am.

    I can see how your brains might well start to come loose
    When they are weaned on Whedon, Gaimon and Seuss,
    But this looseness that you speak of with much depredation
    In truth is a path that runs towards innovation.
    You have been bemoaning your lack of long email-sending
    But your brains been inquiring and thusly extending.
    The flap of a foot – thunder in night- the disaster that waits poised to strike,
    With these you’ve led my mind on a proverbial hike.

    :)

    So, though your Seuss may leave something to be philosophically desired
    I am a huge fan of both your book and your blog so it didn’t raise my ire
    I’ve quite enjoyed this jaunt but worry that my words may be obtuse

    Nevertheless,

    Thank you kindly,

    Mr. Patrick Rothfuss

  16. PirateXxEsque
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 6:46 AM | Permalink

    Pat, I can’t rhyme, at all. I spent half an hour trying to make a pretty poem, but alas, I failed. Miserably.

    So, a query then!
    Do you know how many signed copies and hence how much you’ll be passing onto Heifer International?
    Shawn Speakerman said: “Since this signing is likely going to be the largest The Signed Page has seen in its 10 years of operation, I bet we can raise $2500-$5000 for Heifer.”
    You’ll keep us updated no doubt, but I am very curious if it’s up to that yet…

  17. astrocyn
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 7:06 AM | Permalink

    I have There’s a Wocket in My Pocket memorized. It is quite entertaining to start quoting the book and watch my two year old start looking for the book to figure out where I’m reading from.

    :)

  18. Anna
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 7:08 AM | Permalink

    I can’t rhyme in English and don’t think you’d be interested in my rhyming in French, so I’ll be brief :
    Thank you.
    My abs are aching, but still, thank you.

  19. Lomky
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 7:20 AM | Permalink

    I suffer quite awful the curse,
    no matter how ‘ambic the verse.
    It’s read in my head
    as lim’rick instead
    But to rhyme the last line, they’re averse ;-;

    Please don’t mind my mussy meter. I figured better to flex my brain and write something than to continue to let it rot. A related question: Are you supposed to use punctuation in poetry just like in regular prose, or are there special rules?

    • Lomky
      Posted February 10, 2011 at 7:27 AM | Permalink

      I have found over time
      I’ve lost my ability to rhyme
      but nothing’s sweeter
      then seeing my meter
      continuing perfectly fine

      • Lomky
        Posted February 10, 2011 at 7:29 AM | Permalink

        Blarg.

        I have found that over time
        I’ve lost my abil’ty to rhyme
        but nothing is sweeter
        then seeing my meter
        continuing perfectly fine

        • Posted February 10, 2011 at 9:43 AM | Permalink

          There you go.

          You see, folks? Revision. Revision is king.

  20. Mickey
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 7:20 AM | Permalink

    There once was this dude

    Who hated poetry so bad

    He whipped out a light sabre

    and everyone had a really bad day

  21. Sister_Spider
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 7:24 AM | Permalink

    Reading too much Seuss
    An iambic rhyme pattern
    Swallows my brain whole.

  22. Sister_Spider
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 7:26 AM | Permalink

    Actually, the second line would be much cleaner if it were just ‘Iambic pentameter’. Curses!

  23. RickH
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 7:31 AM | Permalink

    It has been many years since rereading some Seuss,
    so alas my rhyming may seem too bland and obtuse.
    So I make this post both short and so sweet
    but I dare not call it a blog or a tweet.
    Mr Rothfuss your diction makes me giddy with glee,
    but if you bring up the show I shall give you a knee.
    So to that end I say my prose is not near
    to the quality I expect from your Wise Man’s Fear.

    • RickH
      Posted February 10, 2011 at 11:24 AM | Permalink

      Attept number two. Feels like it flows a little better, if only to myself.

      It has been many years since rereading some Seuss,
      so alas my rhyme may seem too bland and obtuse.
      So I make this post, both short and so sweet
      but I dare not to call it a blog or a tweet.
      Mr Rothfuss your diction makes me giddy with glee,
      but if you bring up that show I shall feed you a knee.
      So to that end I say, so I can be clear
      t’is not the qual’ty I expect from your ‘Wise Man’s Fear’.

      • RickH
        Posted February 10, 2011 at 11:26 AM | Permalink

        Note to self – re-read before posting…

        It has been many years since rereading some Seuss,
        so alas my rhyme may seem too bland and obtuse.
        So I make this post, both short and so sweet
        but I dare not to call it a blog or a tweet.
        Mr Rothfuss your diction makes me giddy with glee,
        but if you bring up that show I shall feed you a knee.
        To that end do I say, so I can be clear
        t’is not the qual’ty I expect from your ‘Wise Man’s Fear’.

  24. carpentermt
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 8:12 AM | Permalink

    Reminds me of 10th grade Latin when the teacher, the venerable Ms. Bluestein, gave us the assignment to translate a book into Latin. She was not very specific and was I think a bit diappointed with my effort:

    Unum piscis
    Duo pisces
    Russatus piscis
    Caeruleus piscis.

    She was particularly unenthralled with my version of jump on the hump of the wump of Gump.

  25. Posted February 10, 2011 at 9:00 AM | Permalink

    This was fun. Me gusta.

  26. geekdragon
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 9:10 AM | Permalink

    My childhood driven by Seuss’s apt rhymes
    Now leads me to laugh at inopportune times.
    Perhaps the most obvious trigger, I fear:
    The myriad moments when folks make it clear
    That well-metered poetry takes time and skill.
    Elusive it is, like blap-headed land krill.
    It’s not that I’m laughing at others’ expense.
    The joy is in trying. Not all art makes sense.
    We make imitations of the doctor’s style
    If only to re-live our youth for a while.
    Thank you to Patrick for posting this thing
    Containing some words in a Seuss-like word-string.

    • Little My
      Posted February 10, 2011 at 7:26 PM | Permalink

      That was excellent. That shit SCANS.

  27. bremon
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 9:28 AM | Permalink

    Yeah. Pat and everyone who rhymed is awesome.
    I would but I just woke up and I have to go to give an impromptu speech for my class, and I don’t want to start saying something like “This guy is really quite awesomely cool. He invented twelve things without going to school.”

  28. Sedated2000
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 9:35 AM | Permalink

    The date has been told, when my book will arrive
    I sip Mountain Dew and allow my mania to thrive
    I must prepare! All old facts I should know!
    They can all be reread! To my bookshelf I go.
    I head to the toilet grasping the tome
    Appreciating the fact no-one else is at home
    I pore myself in to the pages I heft
    Stopping just once, to flush what I left
    Don’t worry my friends, my hands I do wash
    Don’t send me a note and exclaim “Oh my gosh!”
    Thank you Sir Rothfuss for sharing Seuss love
    The good doctor peers down and smiles from above
    At work I am now so my words I shall cleave
    A small post I do write, and I take my swift leave.

    • Sedated2000
      Posted February 10, 2011 at 10:15 AM | Permalink

      For the record, when I wrote this I imagined it being narrated by Anthony Hopkins.

  29. lys
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 10:20 AM | Permalink

    I refuse to be sucked into your Vortex of Rhyming Shame, Mr. Rothfuss.
    (publicly, anyway)

    I’m with you on the slant rhymes, though.

  30. Duckwark
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 10:32 AM | Permalink

    Your fans await, good sir.
    Enough of Seussian rhyme.
    March first is nearing.

    • ChaosAthena
      Posted February 10, 2011 at 12:15 PM | Permalink

      Extra syllable
      Your first line has gone too far
      Try again, Duckwark

  31. Master Freespirit
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 11:02 AM | Permalink

    Perhaps make a rhyming contest…….? :D

    • lys
      Posted February 10, 2011 at 12:07 PM | Permalink

      Haiku! Haiku! I vote for haiku!

      • Master Freespirit
        Posted February 10, 2011 at 1:50 PM | Permalink

        Not a lot of people get haiku right either.

  32. SolidState
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 11:12 AM | Permalink

    I have to do physics, it’s better than Puzzles,
    To feed the cat Curious, who happily nuzzles
    In the corner of my brain.

    But now I must speak like a quantum mechanic
    Of insulating antiferromagnetic
    Mott states of nickel oxide.

    And now thanks to you, I carry this curse:
    To speak in fine lines of slow-written verse,
    While my advisor scowls down from above,
    Filled with hot rage and not scholarly love.

    I have probably broken some rules, but it has been a few years since I spent lots of time playing with words and not greek letters…

  33. whoisduley
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 11:19 AM | Permalink

    Today is the day I get paid
    And, possibly, even get laid,
    You see I would rhyme,
    But I have not the time.
    And because of your post my day has been made.

  34. sumigo
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 11:20 AM | Permalink

    I must ask a question I will do it in rhyme.
    It is in regards to a story of mine.
    I would have asked on Monday it would have been fun.
    But I was too late for the Q&A Machine gun.

    A character I have it is based largely on you.
    It is based on your look and your humor, a liberty taken or two.
    The character will be a demon bookish and smart.
    But if you piss him off he will tear you apart.

    The question I have, of this do you mind?
    It is meant as an homage loving and kind.
    But if you do not like this, please let me know.
    I will think of something else, onward I will go!

    • sumigo
      Posted February 10, 2011 at 11:26 AM | Permalink

      Second verse should be:

      A character I have, based largely on you.
      Influenced by your look and humor, a liberty taken or two.

  35. lys
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 12:28 PM | Permalink

    We should definitely haiku about things Rothfussian.

    Here, I’ll start.

    *****
    Patrick Rothfuss is
    To fantasy writing as
    Ink is to paper.
    *****

    *****
    March 1st draweth nigh
    Beckons us, The Wise Man’s Fear
    Book two better rock.
    *****

    *****
    Shall I venture north
    To a Dayton book signing?
    Pat reads aloud? Yes.
    *****

    *****
    Shall I compare Kvothe
    To a summer’s day? Hardly.
    He’s much more hardcore.
    *****

    *****
    The Eolian
    Pride pays silver, plays golden
    Savien reborn.
    *****

    • scubadivider
      Posted February 10, 2011 at 1:48 PM | Permalink

      Pat’s love is extolled
      Seuss’ words notwithstanding
      He gave us his Kvothe

      • Little My
        Posted February 10, 2011 at 7:30 PM | Permalink

        5-6-6?

        • scubadivider
          Posted February 11, 2011 at 8:53 AM | Permalink

          Hmm, I was counting Kvothe as 1 (like ‘oath’), but I can totally see how it could be counted as 2.

        • scubadivider
          Posted February 11, 2011 at 8:53 AM | Permalink

          And Seuss’ as 2, to make the requisite 5-7-5.

  36. sara_nichole
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 12:50 PM | Permalink

    I’m sure your email correspondants wouldn’t mind a Dr. Suess style email :D

  37. lys
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 12:51 PM | Permalink

    Two more. I couldn’t help it.

    *****
    The Edema Ruh
    No strangers to music, they
    Sir Savien, lay’d.
    *****

    *****
    Fire burns blue, wood rots.
    The Chandrian are bad news
    Kvothe looks to vanquish.
    *****

  38. TehBuLL
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 1:09 PM | Permalink

    The Suess is necessary
    for a child growing hairy.
    For surely in time
    he will need his own rhymes.

    So I thank you for the memory.
    A teeter-totter of infirmary.
    Windows foggy of the symmetry
    but it lined up in the end.

  39. LaisLindsay
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 1:20 PM | Permalink

    What were you thinking, when you unloosed
    the fiendish force five of verse so in-Suessed?
    It’s rattling back and forth inside my brains
    in pristinely metered and endless refrains!
    The grim Geisel guzzler has locked on and eats
    my prosaic thoughts like your greeter eats geets.
    It’s a foregone conclusion, my sanity’s fled
    on a groovy new wuzzleplutronian sled.
    With my thoughts all in knots from this cursed obsession,
    I cannot concentrate on my chosen profession!
    I’ll look in the paper! That’s what I’ll do!
    Til I find a position so worthwhile and new that my Seussical thoughts fly away to Zanoo.
    Hey! Here’s a listing so perfectly fitting
    I’ll start it today! (That’s right Boss, I’m quitting)
    I’ve found my true calling, right here in this ad.
    Mom will be proud and hey, so will Dad.
    “Geet eater greeter meter reader needed today
    with options for advancement and a bonus in pay”
    In time, I’ll do well. I know I will stick it.
    Geet eater greeter meter reader leader. Yeah,that’s the ticket!
    But wait, what is this? What’s that fine print say?
    “Must supply your own Geet eater greeter meter reader leader eater spray!”

    Pat,
    I read your blog every day
    and often, I am quite blown away
    by content so varied, so witty, and clever
    Don’t ever stop blogging, guy.. No, not ever.

    Ok.. I have seriously GOT t stop thinking in rhyme now, but everytime I do I think:
    Stop it! I mean it!
    Anybody want a peanut?
    Gotta love The Princess Bride.

  40. landlouper
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 1:26 PM | Permalink

    let it drop
    like a couplet
    in a duet
    while we’re ranking

    yo’ mama

  41. sari925
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 1:46 PM | Permalink

    Blogs and facebook (to me it seems) are for entertainment. Thank you! This was hilarious to read!

  42. Charis
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 1:57 PM | Permalink

    Did anyone else read “Rothfuss” as “Rothfoos”? (To make it rhyme with Seuss)

    • Little My
      Posted February 10, 2011 at 7:31 PM | Permalink

      Yes! Definitely!

  43. Posted February 10, 2011 at 2:10 PM | Permalink

    Seuss shall prevail though men abhor
    his resonating light
    and wage exterminating war
    and put all foes to flight.
    Though trampled under feet of men
    Seuss from the dust shall spring
    and by the press, the lip, the pen
    in tones of thunder ring:
    “BEWARE! BEWARE! Ye who resist
    the light that beams around
    lest e’re ye look through Rothfuss’ mist
    Seuss strike ye to the ground.”

  44. saraubs
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 2:14 PM | Permalink

    Someone in one of my English classes did a presentation about Dr. Seuss, and here’s a fun fact (compliments of wikipedia):

    You’re wrong as the deuce
    And you shouldn’t rejoice
    If you’re calling him Seuss.
    He pronounces it Soice

    (He later switched to the anglicized version because it was reminescent of “Mother Goose”)

  45. rangerer
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 2:56 PM | Permalink

    You know, I was bummed that I missed the rapid fire question day. I was going to ask about what Oot was reading these days (or what you were reading to him, at least).

    This is something of an answer, even if I missed it.

    Fox in Socks is always fun. A super fast reading of “Tweedle beetle puddle paddle battle” always gets a laugh from my little guy.

  46. Posted February 10, 2011 at 3:50 PM | Permalink

    Up
    Up
    Down
    Down
    Left
    Right
    Left
    Right
    B
    A
    Select
    Start

    -Fin

    • Posted February 10, 2011 at 4:08 PM | Permalink

      WINNER!

    • Little My
      Posted February 10, 2011 at 7:34 PM | Permalink

      Reminds me of the Foot Book, which is not really in the same league as One Fish Two Fish, or actually the [not nearly popular enough] Sleep Book, whose biggest problem is that it’s too long to be a good bedtime story. Chippendale Mupp, though? The BEST.

  47. Robo
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 4:15 PM | Permalink

    As I stoop in my seat for my afternoon snack,
    I wonder what’s the flavor of Pat’s latest claptrap
    This hirsute dude with mucho ‘tude to spare
    Is probably at home typing in underwear.

    So why tune in when the others are so adoring
    Except to shout out, “that fat bastard is boring!”
    I swear, I’ll never read another word of his, see?
    Except when my pre-order arrives of Book three.

  48. Kalyani Poluri
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 10:06 PM | Permalink

    Dear Mr. Rothfuss,

    English is not my mother tongue and I only learnt it so I could read more books, so, I do not know how to rhyme or write a poem in this language.. I am from India and living in US for now. I can not buy the hard back of wise man’s fear ‘coz it will add to my already threatening weight of books that I have to take back to India, Same problem applies to audio cd (I loved the audibook for TNOW ).. I will buy the Kindle version of the Wise Man’s Fear and wait till 3:00 AM EST when it downloads to start reading.. But It would be awesome to have the audbile version on March 1st all the same for me to buy. I dont see your name in the coming soon section of the audible. Could you please let me know if the book is releasing on Mrach 1st or if not when will it be releasing ??

    Regards,
    Kalyani

  49. sparrowhawk
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 10:36 PM | Permalink

    One of my favorite things to do is read Fox In Socks at breakneck speed.

    I applaud the word smithery and general awesomeness of Pat’s poem.

  50. theotherjason
    Posted February 10, 2011 at 10:58 PM | Permalink

    Blogs such as these make me proud to be a Rothfussarian.

  51. justajenjen
    Posted February 11, 2011 at 12:54 AM | Permalink

    Yeah, I’m bucking the poetry trend. Last time I had to write a poem for an assignment, it went:

    My cat is fat.
    She sat
    On the mat.

    I was quite proud of that little creation in 3rd grade. I actually had a fat cat that liked to sit on mats back then, too. When I took creative writing in college, I bought myself a magnetic poetry set and moved things around until I had something that sounded decent and turned that in. I was not meant to be a poet, I guess.

    Now if you want another book for Oot that will get stuck in your head for about forever, get anything by Sandra Bonyton. Wonderful books. Nerdbaby is all about Fifteen Animals right now. He also likes Your Personal Penguin. With that one, you can download an mp3 of the song and it’s sung by Davy Jones. I was out, alone, not wearing Mommy clothes, and this older lady came up and asked me how old my little one was. I asked her how she knew I had a kid. She said, “You were humming the Penguin song from that book. My granddaughter loves it and I do it all the time, too.”

  52. Shadowfacet
    Posted February 11, 2011 at 6:16 AM | Permalink

    I sincerely apologize in advance

    After reading a thumping good job of a blog
    By a man who wrote words that sent me agog
    I felt a strange need to embellish my words
    With sing-song like flourish like those of the birds

    Now as I stumble along trails of verse
    Avoiding the curse of slant rhyme that lurks*
    I see my great fear’s that stand and lear
    Preparing to tear me ear from ear

    My ears I yelped as they turned quite queer
    what use have monsters like you to hear
    You have your sight-smell and your taste-a-lot-hair
    so why chase small children like horrible bears

    Because they replied with a fearsome roar
    We are bound by our nature to always want more
    And on that sad note there dear readers and writers
    Im afraid ill have to stop giving the fright-ers

    *Intended as irony.

    Oh poor mediocrity, however will anyone forgive me.

  53. Chronosf
    Posted February 11, 2011 at 10:25 AM | Permalink

    I sit at my desk and in much dismay
    for I missed number four, machine gun Q&A
    I have been waiting and waiting and waiting some more
    to ask you some questions, oh questions galore
    But said day I was ill, with head so a stuffed
    and stayed in my bed, man was it rough

    I came back to work and what did I find
    a blog about Seusses and Seuss style rhymes
    so I thought to myself, I thought oh so good
    a question I might slip, slip under the hood
    for Patrick is awesome and and ever so kind
    a question he might answer…if slipped in a rhyme

    My question is this and this oh you see
    will the story progress in the future to be
    For Bast pointed out to the man with the pen
    he desired….oh desired, his master again
    For Kvothe to return to what he once was
    not the shell of a man he’d clearly become
    Through the telling of story of music and song
    Bast prayed his master, back where he belonged

    When the three days are over and the story’s complete
    how far in the future will we get to see
    Of Bast and Kvothe and Denna and more
    or will the story just end as the scriv shuts the door

    For this world you’ve created I’ve come to adore
    and I’ve read the book, read it, ten times or more
    as book two approaches I am happy with glee
    and I will read it ten times while I wait for book three

    Alas all this rhyming has addled my brain
    and I must go outside and jump on the train
    to take me to where I can get some good food
    So Pat answer my question you bad ass bearded dude

  54. TiberiusBone
    Posted February 12, 2011 at 11:30 AM | Permalink

    The Good Doctor’s Lasagna:

    Toss in some olive oil to a heated up pan,
    Then add in the mushrooms and onions, good man.
    With that add the seas’ning, or else you’ll be sad,
    For the taste of an unseasoned dish will be bad.

    Just wait for six minutes, sip some wine from a cup.
    After that, add the sausage, and break that shit up.
    Let that sizzle and brown for ‘bout five times one minute,
    Add garlic. Smells good huh? That’s why that went in it.

    A minute that browns while the flavor develops,
    Then pour in the wine, and watch as it envelops.
    You should scrape the pan clean while off simmers the booze.
    We want some wine remaining, but most we will lose.

    Spoon one fifth the red sauce in a large baking dish.
    Layer noodles, more sauce, and ricotta—delish!
    Now layer cheese gratings and a third of the meat.
    Stack these layers twice more—it will pile up quite neat!

    Save a cup of the sauce to spoon over the top,
    Then the rest of the cheese, and with that we will stop.
    Now cover her up with tin foil, if you please
    Then off to the oven: four hundred degrees.

    And there she will sit for three quarters an hour,
    So you’ve got some time … why not go take a shower?
    Then off comes the tin foil, but the cooking don’t stop:
    You’ll need ten more minutes for some browning on top.

    Now I know you are hungry and anxious– but wait!
    It must cool for fifteen while the juices gelate.
    So have some more wine, watch the tube, read a book.
    Soon the whole house will know: you’re one fuck of a cook!

  55. AlanAdams23
    Posted February 17, 2011 at 11:13 AM | Permalink

    Being late with this post is to me most lamentable
    But the position I’m in was not wholly preventable

    Since the time before writing this bloggity post
    Was spent orating aloud Dr. Seuss and his host
    to a rambunctiously raucous young duo that who
    Are my own little versions of Thing One and Thing Two

    but…

    I can’t wait for the day when their reading increases
    to contain more than blue fish and goo-chewing geeses
    When at last I can show them a world that begins
    on a late Felling night in Newarre’s Waystone Inn.

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