The Daily Create from February 24, 2013 was “Write an epic ode to an underappreciated object (coffee cup, toilet set, bookshelf, etc.)” Pick one of the odes, and write its response as if it is not believing the words the person wrote. Include a link back to the individual entry you picked, e.g. the dental floss Cris wrote to.

Hey! Remember me?  I’m a twist tie.  You know that thing that keeps you bread from getting hard and your cookies fresh.  Sure I’m small and cheap, but I have a big job to do and an important one at that.  You need me more than I need you.  Forget me once and you’ll never forget again!

I have a name. I am Sophia and you know I am. You bought me. I tell you I am a present to you and don’t try to contradict, I can see you thoughts, how you think that you haven’t being able to gain me without paying for me. Hear this, I placed myself into these glasses. I am aware of your way of thinking. I understood you will look for glasses to achieve me, Sophia. I even knew which kind of glasses you are up to and which ways you will go to, and where you will look around for me. I just say philosophy or one of your favourite books “Sophie’s World”.

Still don’t realize who I am?

Just remember this Greek signs Σοφíα, which is Sophia, when written in Latin letters.

And now go and write an ode which truly and entirely appreciate your new glasses.

I’ve had enough! All I do for you is hold, I don’t know, YOUR’E ENTIRE WARDROBE! And what do I get in return? Nothing. Instead you continue to just open and (sometimes) shut me. I do a lot more for you than I think you know! I would really like it if you maybe cleaned off the top of me too. A little organization and dusting never hurt!
~ You’re under appreciated dresser

Dear Kelsie,
I can’t believe you don’t say thank you everyday

after all the hard times I’ve helped you in every way.

You said things will be different and that you’re sorry

but that was two weeks ago and it’s like I’m still calamari.

I wish you would show me how much you care

Because you know that I will always be there.

Dude, you’re going to smash me on the floor just because you’re too lazy to put me in the dishwasher? That’s messed up. How about the pieces of me that you leave shattered and alone hang out on that floor until you forget we’re there at 3 AM on your way to the bathroom? How many stitches do you think you’ll need, just because you couldn’t wash a cup?

I usually dont talk… And i feel bad about the time you left me open, and i didnt say anything. But this is getting old. I hear you come into the house and leave and you never even say hi or bye. Rude much?

Anyways, this is my first time speaking up. Why? YOURE GONNA REPLACE ME.

I’ve heard you sneak in past your curfew. Alot. Want me to tell someone?

I;ve taken you punches when you were upset. I’ve even unlocked myself when you went out for a smoke.

Sometimes i feel you just dont appreciate all i’ve ever done was protect you from the wind, and people who try to sneak in.

A simple i love you would make me feel better about you taking me down.

I am underappreciated and taken for granted.  No one likes me or cares about me.  When you shop for me you choose one that either has the most feet per roll or a pretty package.  Some people buy only one brand.  No one really cares about me except when you are out.   At that point you would give anything for me.  You realize the power that I hold over you and then you are thankful.  But yet again that appreciation does not last.  You go to Costco, buy me in bulk and I wait for that day when you run out so once again I can feel appreciated and know that YES I hold power over you!

Ode to my Whirlpool electric range–
You’ve cooked many meals for me

Even when your back burner fell apart while cleaning the surface

Your push button knobs gleam in the slighest refraction of night light

With an off-white surface so bright

And a burned out oven light

I clean your surface day and night

Forgetting about the electric burners that will eventually give out

In the meantime you’re dependable– somewhat

Cooking meals on three burners
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Ode to my keyboard’s backspaceWritten by Andre Saddler on March 2, 2013

Oh dear backspace, you have saved me multipe times….even in writing this ode to you

all the facebooks status’ you have helped me post

the long nights just you and me, knocking out essays

your always on the road with me bro, ready any time on my phone and tablet

The fails you prevented me to commit…

you got my back…backspace, i’ll keep pressing on !
Response:
You know, Andre, that backspace isn’t what you think it is.
It’s not the benign, even brotherly spirit that protects your back.
Someday, when you’ve asked it for one favor too many.
You’ll just be 
delet . . .  

Original:  Ode to my keyboard’s backspaceWritten by Andre Saddler on March 2, 2013

Oh dear backspace, you have saved me multipe times….even in writing this ode to you

all the facebooks status’ you have helped me post

the long nights just you and me, knocking out essays

your always on the road with me bro, ready any time on my phone and tablet

The fails you prevented me to commit…

you got my back…backspace, i’ll keep pressing on !
Response:
Don’t look now, Andre.  But your back is wide open.
If Google Glass can take voice commands, so can I.

I’ve had it with this peck, peck, peck on my sensitive skin.

You want service; figure out a way to communicate with me as an equal

Give me a little respect.

You know where I am.
You know, Andre, that backspace isn’t what you think it is.
It’s not the benign, even brotherly spirit that protects your back.
Someday, when you’ve asked it for one favor too many.
You’ll just be 
delet . . . 

You say you like our crunchiness

but with us you just make a mess.

So do us all a great big favor

and learn to love some other flavor.
response to : https://tdc.ds106.us/writings/potato-chips/

Dear Cee,

Yes I feel neglected,

You do not dress me up and make me pretty

You just do the bare minimum

You change my bedding weekly so I am always clean

But sometimes I would loved to be as dressed up as the girls bed

With ruffles, extra pillows and a matching spread.

There’s something to be said for the ability to comfort people just by being there.  I don’t have to say anything or place a comforting hand on your shoulder to make you feel safe.  And in spite of my purpose, you don’t have to place your hand on ME for me to have the same impact.  But remember the last time I was out of commission?  The time my screws came loose from the wall and your mom told you to not use me until she fixed them.  Remember how it felt trying to walk down the stairs? Sure, you used me sometimes, but you never really noticed.  But then I wasn’t there, and suddenly walking down the stairs was awkward, uncomfortable.  Placing your hand against the wall to steady your balance wasn’t so fun was it?  Did you even notice me here until then? I didn’t think so.  Thanks.
Anyway, I don’t want you to get hurt so I’ll stick around, but you suck.  And your hands are always dirty so please be a little more considerate about that too.