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.