a damp, drizzly November in our souls...

In honor of today's perfectly autumnal rain and fog out our windows, the quote of the morn' from our one and only South Egg:

"I'm going to call this cloud: Nine."

Rogue font

Palatino font has disappeared from Microsoft Word. All that remains is the cousin typeface, Palatino Linotype. This throws quite a wrench in the bound galley formatting process.

In other news: North Egg misses South Egg.

A day in quotes

"You're sad because I'm right? ...In which case, you will be in a constant state of melancholy."
-South Egg, to Egg White

"I think I'm drunk!"
-South Egg (at 4:53 pm, to no one in particular)

Only news of PB&J could resurrect this blog...

After a long haitus, the North Egg Dispatch lives to reign again. Let it be known, that on this day, January 19, 2010, The Egg Highlands reached out in an exemptional act of generosity and affection toward North Egg: he packed her a lunch from his cozy, mahogany home. The lunch contained, chocolate pudding, Sun-Made raisins, and fudge grahams. Not to mention, the piece de resistance, peanut butter and jelly on a hamburger bun wrapped (lovingly) in foil. Could a North Egg ask for anything more? No, no she could not. Thanks, Mr. Prince. Your thoughtfulness is a constant source of delight for Miss North Egg.

Hellooooooo...

North Egg made some friends on the way to work today!

Thanksgiving

Linus: In the year 1621, the Pilgrims held their first Thanksg-iving feast. They invited the great Indian chief Massasoit, who brought ninety of his brave Indians and a great abundance of food...Elder William Brewster, who was a minister, said a prayer that went something like this: 'We thank God for our homes and our food and our safety in a new land. We thank God for the opportunity to create a new world for freedom and justice."

Peppermint Patty: Amen.

Seven world-renowned astrologers present...

It's Friday, folks, and North Egg had a lot of time on her hands. To foster (even more!) community amongst the Eggs, she borrowed Far Egg's highly scientific and intuitive astrological yearbook. Please see below for fascinating insights into your fellow eggs' lives. If we can't trust this "extraordinary resource" (back cover copy), what can we trust?

FAR EGG: There’s no point for a peacock like you to blend in with a bunch of sparrows… Dull dependable types leave you cold.

WEST EGG: Loyal to the end… Making folks feel and look good may be your specialty. Your brilliant ideas likely make you a valued employee. You’re the type you gets better with age, simply because you refuse to stop dreaming.

SOUTH EGG: You are a rare commodity… You like to think of yourself as a superhero swooping in with your cape of fire to set everything right again.

EGG HIGHLANDS: At the very least, you need to be by yourself at least one weekend each year… A special person like you can’t expect to live a conventional lifestyle.

EGG WHITE: The 1986 Aries can summon the mask of the warrior when necessary in life… Always charging ahead to new projects , you are probably a true maverick.

ORGANIC EGG: Your competence at arguing, debating, and proving your point is striking and quite impressive. Your challenge is to find the right cause or profession to keep you fast-moving mind occupied.

L'OEUF: The 1985 Pisces has a hard time seeing the trees for the forest. The year you were born, Soviet Premier Mikkhail Gorbachev came to power promoting glasnost (cooperation across cultures and political philosophies). This humanitarian philosophy probably matches your own.