The Letter E

Eggs

I like mine soft-boiled in the shell, served with thin strips of buttered toast. Y0u crack the top, and dip the toast in the self-solid squishiness of the egg. Mmmm.

Elizabeth I

We're third cousins, eighty-six bazillion times removed. That makes me akin to royalty. Bear that in mind when it comes to offering gifts.

Etruscan Network

It's a bit of a cliché to be so fascinated by the Etruscans - a mysterious, fun-loving group with extraordinary art, innovations, and contributions that Romans claimed as their own. And yet I succumbed to their charm and their artistry. One of my dream jobs is to be a working etruscologist.

Evening

My favorite time of day - as malleable as time, as indefinite as a spring day. It stretches from late afternoon past dusk and well into purple-tinged night, when the air cools and the night grows rich, ending sometime before the faint lightening of the sky that previews dawn in a grey technicolor.

Expressions

I am known to quote Mr. Burns ("Ehhhx-cellent") and Dr. Evil ("Eeeeeeee-vil" and do the pinky thing), as well such classic statements as "Dang!" and "Feh." I have also been known to use the word "buttload" in official work knowledge bases (and was asked to quantify that term, which I did). When I was younger, I was fond of "Bilge!" and "Fooey."

Exquisite Corpse

A digital version of the classic surreal game where you fold a paper into four or more sections, and each person fills out a section knowing only a tiny fraction of what happened earlier. When you unfold the whole sheet you have a wacky and wonderful drawing.
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