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Thursday, April 28, 2011

Red Egg

Well....well.
I've decided that I'm going to be pretty loose with my "creative" posts, because clearly I don't post that often if I choose to be strict about them. Thus, I'd like to introduce you to my latest right-brained endeavor, Red Egg.


Isn't he just the fiercest? Awww...


So my singles' ward had their (apparently) annual egg roll tournament for our FHE this past monday. Here is how this goes down:


One brings a nice, plain, hard-boiled egg to the activid-nee (Brian Regan, anyone?).


One observes the fine array of markers that have been offered to potential egg artistes.


One chooses a selection of markers.


One marks up their egg.


One is put in a bracket with other eager egg fighters, against whom they battle one by one.


The one who's egg cracks...loses! The victor takes his unscathed egg up and up in the competition until he is a loser also.


With my clearly dominant and superior egg, I strode confidently to the tape line and faced my first opponent - a mere boy between the ages of 9 and 12 (one of the bishop's kids). His egg was decorated with a cutesy little bunny. How laughable! How weak! My angry toothy egg looked his adorable bunny in the eyes and sneered an eggish sneer. Oh, would that his strength had been equivalent to his confidence! We rolled our eggs and I lost immediately, the mouth of my vicious egg crumpled into pieces. A painful blow indeed for Red Egg.





You know that phenomenon where you stare at a word so long that it becomes unrecognizeable, and you begin to doubt its legitimacy as an actual word? Well I'm having that with the word "egg" right now, but I majorly had it earlier when I was filling out a.. personality survey that used "agree" and "disagree" in about every other line. I mean just look at it.


Agree. Agree. Agree.


...agree.


The phenomenon, by the way, has a name.


At least, I'm pretty sure it probably does. I have no idea what it is. If you find out, let me know.





{UPDATE!} : Thanks to my cousin Kelsey, Internet Researcher Extraordinaire, I have discovered the name of this peculiar word sensation.... Semantic Satiation! There, you may all stop fretting about what it could possibly be called and return to your normal lives wondering about one less thing.