Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Nerdery and other non-violent exploits
Poets are queer creatures. Queer like weird, although I know a few of the other persuasion.
I'm piecing together ideas for a poem for HEX about Spring, and because I like to make sure that my factual tidbits in my work are always correct I do a lot of Google surfing. That's where I came up with the idea to play with raw eggs this morning, what with the early Equinox and all. Wouldn't you know I managed to balance one on its end for the first time ever. And, dang, if I'm not feeling rather accomplished about that.
It's still standing. Fifteen minutes and one blog post later.
Happy first day of the end of the Hag's reign to all my winter-weary friends. Bacchanalia! Or at least a good share of revelry and delight. And may your snow abate as quickly as ours.
Okay. On to the rest of my day.