|From Twitter 11-27-2009
||[Nov. 28th, 2009|03:01 am]
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Would not want to be an elephant or a giraffe. Imagine a cold in the nose in one or a sore throat in the other! Aardvark or anteater would be just as bad as the elephant I imagine.
Whale might be good. Or dolphin.
The thought of elephant sinuses in the state mine get into--owie, owie, owie!!
There can always be more sword fights.
So right. Picked up Stet yesterday (the biggest blade I have, a hand-and-a-half) and painted a few shapes on air before treating a dead mulberry truck as a pell. Yes, yes, this is fun.
Of course, I'm not doing it for my life. Reading the Captain Alatriste books is a good counter to the romantic view of sword-fighting.
I dunno...Johnny Depp and Viggo Mortensen both do feasts and running with sharp objects (and killing wild orcs, weird beasts, and bad guys...) and they're quite popular.
Hot meat, cold steel
Makes a satisfying meal
Whose meat, whose steel
Makes it interesting and real.
Roast beast, baked bread
Heart of grape, flowing red
Apples, honey, spices three
Make a tart that's fit for me.
Ringing steel across the plain
Wipe the mouth and shrug--Again?
Tighten belt and check the blade
Wield it for the use 'twas made.
Sword, dagger, buckler bright
Someone won't go home tonight.