September 17th, 2004

Match Girl

Dirty riddles!

This riddle came out of my Anglo-Saxon lit book (the Crossley-Holland one, shaylith, and it was too good (and awful) not to share.

Okay, guess the riddle, PUNKS. I'm heading down to stay the night with warriorkimberly in Winchester tonight, then I'll drive down to McCall and fetch mountain_child from his mountain on Saturday, so I'll post the answer in a day or two.

Whosoever guesses the right answer first (if anyone) wins a cookie. Except you, shaylith. NO WEB CHEATING.


I'm a strange creature, for I satisfy women,
a service to the neighbors! No one suffers
at my hands except for my slayer.
I grow very tall, erect in a bed,
I'm hairy underneath. From time to time
a beautiful girl, the brave daughter
of some churl dares to hold me,
grips my russet skin, robs me of my head
and puts me in the pantry. At once that girl
with plaited hair who has confined me
remembers our meeting. Her eye moistens.
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Rest peacefully

I have known a man killed in Iraq.

His name was Alex Wetherbee. He lived with me in the CNR house during my first year at college.

We didn't really get along, but we didn't have much in common, either. Tyler went climbing with him once, and with Alex's girlfriend, Heather. Alex graduated that year with a major in Forest Resources. Heather followed a year later and they were married. They've been married for two years. Alex died in combat in Iraq last Sunday.

I was wondering when this war was going to touch me, and now it has.

I don't know what else to say.
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