Egads! What a day! Here and there and back again. Interesting speech before a group of Rotarians regarding my publication efforts on the Alien Attitudes.
I hit the city limit signs on the northeast end of this tiny town when I was accosted by several civic dignitaries. Steadily marching toward me, they cornered me and laid down the law. It seems that I am now officially banned from taking part in this year's Easter festivities.
It appears that while readying the meadow used annually for the site of their civic Easter egg hunt, several of the eggs that I had prepared and hidden as a part of last year's egg hunt were just now found. It seems that no one appreciates my unique Easter treasures. Now I am wondering what to do with those hundred and fifty hard-boiled eggs I currently have pickling in jars of vinegar. I mean, who doesn't enjoy a nice pickled Easter egg?
My navel thinks things are better when I'm pickled. End of report.
I dunno. I see several possibilities for good British comedy material. Maybe just start dropping the eggs in random places around town. Like on the sidewalk. Set up a camera. Instant laugh-fodder.
Posted by: Ma r t i n @ b l o g b a t at March 25, 2005 12:17 AM