Queen's Blog

The Scene: A metal tripod stands smoldering under the boughs of the hemlock grove. Your Queen sits on a small carpet spread beside the babbling brook. She is resplendent in her black silk and crimson leather and she wears a headdress with downward-swept heifer horns. She addresses you as you approach her. "Come and hear my words for the sight is upon me, fell tidings and fair wishes will themselves into words for ears to hear, attend!"

Name: Bella Kaldera

Saturday, February 23, 2008

To Blog or not to Blog

Yea, even though I have been lame, and haven't posted for many moons this blog shall rise again! For the world has not yet ceased to produce phenomenon that puzzle and/or delight your queen. One such item might be Mitt Romney's obedience to My Royal Pleasure by withdrawing from the primaries. Your Queen Generalissimo would like to announce a promise kept to her loyal Militiamen, new snazzy black berets are on order for new recruits. The Beers and Spears await the bugle call! As ever yer Generalissimo suggests that veteran Militiamen dig their previously issued berets out from the back of the sock drawer a week or so before the Bealtane Muster. Anybody got a snare drum? Would be real nice if we had a snare drum (preferably with volunteer drummer). I have come up with another potential training activity for the Muster, namely juried formal Melon cutting. Participants will be judged on form, grace, originality and the degree of hazard offered to performers and bystanders. On another note, It would be fun to have some vigorous paintball actions this year, I'd like to throw another Scheutzenfest as well. We'll have to work out scheduling so we don't conflict with other events. All Hail Asphodel!