In which Duke Andreas reveals his sense of humor . . .

No shit, there I was, sitting outside at Coronation, shooting the breeze with some people -- yeah unexpected, right?

All of a sudden two of the Quen's Guard coming tearing out of the side door.

"Liam! They want you in court."

Hoo-boy, I think. This cannot be good. I had just received a Queen's Honor of Distinction two weeks ago for the Travel Fund stuff, so I had no clue, but I politely walekd in and knelt in from of the king and queen.

Andreas, who had quite the locqacious day, smiled and started telling me how sometimes courts got boring and he was really lucky to have a harpist to play, but that the people needed amusement, and he wondered if I could help.

"Mistress Alys said you sing an excellent version of "I'm a Little Teapot."

Now, we're in Last Court at Coronation, it's a big crowd and the king's just smiling. I am look at lumineux and alethea_eastrid who are trying terribly not to break into giggles behind the thrones.

I mumbled something, and he said, "Oh, let's do this instead . . . " and proceeds to give me a King's Cypher -- again for the auction stuff -- and goes into an "I love you, man" speech. (I appreciated the fact that he mentioned other people involved in the auction committee. I tend to be very visible.)

This really meant something to me. Especially the schtick. I felkt very appreciated this reign. It was nice. Now, I was around the king and queen a lot, but still I got a lot of love, and I appreciate that.

I was running around, so I missed alethea_eastrid and lumineux getting a QHD for being part of the Heraldic Assault Team (HAT).

Coronation was excellent. I know it will take a little time for the court report, because there was so much, but a lot of good people got a lot of cool awards.

And I cannot tell you how excited I am about the incoming king and queen.

Both East Kingdom Coronation Courts

( Beyond here are awards . . . )

Monday night: No pithy headline

1. It was a day. Kind of monochrome.

2. I cannot get "I'm a little teapot" out of my head!

3. From a comment on a restaurant reviewer's blog:

The chef came out to the table to inquire about our meal and while there sold us on a twinkimisu and a banana foster cheesecake.

(Bolding mine)

Yes, twinkimusu.

4. I do love John Scalzi's blog, and his sense of humor:



5. An interesting view of sportswriting from Deadspin.

Here's an excerpt. The topic is Rick Reilly, of the  most well-known and well-paid journalists in the country.

Reilly had been commenting on the inconsistency of bloggers and how they live in Mom's basement and do not go to games.

And there is a difference. But it's not the one he's thinking of. Reilly is what I like to call a privileged sportswriter. I'm not saying he's rich, or snooty, or anything like that. (Full disclosure: I went to prep school and own a handful of Brooks Brothers shirts. Because I'm gay, you see.) What I mean is that, in his position, Reilly has access to privileges that you or I, as normal sports fans, don't have. He gets to go to the Masters, VIP-style:

"I was covering the Masters recently, was in the press room, in the clubhouse, on the course..."

He gets to go golfing with Bill Clinton. He gets to ride in an Indy 500 race car. He gets to walk up to Sammy Sosa's locker and dare him to pee in a cup for him. He gets to do all that.

And that's why he sucks.

If you're a privileged sportswriter, you're experiencing sports in a completely different way from normal, everyday fans. They don't get to do any of that shit. If they want to go to the Masters, they have to pay thousands for tickets off eBay, then stay in some Days Inn 45 miles away from the course. If they want to ride in an Indy 500 car, they have to go to Dave & Buster's and dump $3 into the bastardized version. If they want to go golfing with Bill Clinton, they have to find a big-titted blonde hooker willing to blow him at the turn. If they want Sammy Sosa's urine, they have to purchase it at his memorabilia show. They watch sports at home, or in bars, or at house parties.

Hair and religion . . .

I would guess a few other people have been following the situation in Texas where authorities have removed children from the site of a polygamous FLDS group.

No politics here, but there was an interesting post on a blog on the Salt Lake City Tribune site.

The blog is here, and if you scroll down, you can see a series of pictures of the women, all of whom have extremely long hair.

Apparently, another writer made disparaging comments about how the women looked and dressed.

Here is a response:

Our hair: Women need long hair. Our mothers in Heaven have long hair. This was revealed by the Prophets. It is our desire to be like these mothers that makes us not want to cut our hair. Hair left hanging is hot on the neck. It keeps the heat against the skin as much as a layer of insulation would. That is why most women braid their hair or put it up in a bun or twist. The wave? ''...the higher the wave, the more righteous the woman...''?! What a silly notion that a high wave makes a good woman. The wave hairs are seperated out and a little backcombing creates bulk so the hair will stay in the wave shape. Then the hairs on the front of the seperation are combed over toward the back of the head. And the wave is formed. Just clip and braid and you are in style. A higher wave just means a little more backcombing.

Thoughts?