OH.

Last night, the Lords gently pressed a glaive into my sweaty palms, and softly said onto me,
"This be the blade.
This be the pokey end.
This be the butt spike.
Go. See what happens."

And lo, did I take up the glaive.

The clouds did part, the birds and small winged children did sing, and I made war upon mine enemy.

AND IT WAS GOOD.

Coronation

I was asked last night to sum up the weekend for Harold, who could sadly not be there.
It took a moment, and it came to me:
"It was serious without being pompous.
It was humorous without being derogatory.
It was, in a word, magnificent."

- K.

Interesting

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ynews/20100414/ts_ynews/ynews_ts1615