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Tuesday, 17 August 2004
Heralds, on the other hand...

One of these days I'll get around to signing off the Trimarian Heralds' list. But then I'll miss gems like this (names and titles redacted to protect the guilty):

________, by by the benefice of Laurel Queen of Arms, named _____ Herald, by the munificence of the Crown of Meridies granted the title _______, and by the grace of the Coronet of ______ ______, heir to _______ Herald wishes health, peace, joy, love, long-suffering and mercy unto the members of the College of Arms, Heralds, Pursuivants, as wll as all and sundry brothers, sisters and cousins in heraldry who by these letters do come.

As brevity is the soul of wit, I shall not ere long state my purpose by this missive. [...]

After a salutation like that, worrying about brevity is like closing the barn door after a tornado's already ripped away the rest of the barn. And apart from the irony of paying lip service to brevity after an unnecessarily loquacious opening, there wasn't actually an attempt at wit in the rest of the message — just an equally wordy announcement of a revamped Web site, delivered with all the pomp and gravitas of a royal decree.

I never really fit in as an SCA herald; I couldn't manage to muster the appropriate sense of self-importance.

Posted by godfrey (link)
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