And I Thought the Dr. Who Scarf Was a Lot of Knitting

For your amusement and delectation, the bright-pink, hand-knit-and-crocheted tank cozy. (You must page along the slide show to get to it, alas...)

And the Dr. Who scarf is done, BTW. I have declared it so by deciding it looks better without fringe.

Sonnet for Zombie Bill

Earlier today I spotted this post over on James Nicoll's LJ. All unknowing whose birthday (or more correctly, baptismal date) it was, I answered that if I could resurrect any author at the height of their powers knowing they would be brains-craving zombies, I would choose William Shakespeare. Well, then Abi over at Making Light started a sonnet thread in honor of Shakespeare's birthday, and silliness came bubbling forth. Ergo, in honor of National Poetry Month and my favorite English playwright, I give you:

Sonnet for Zombie Bill, on the Anniversary of His Baptism

Behold, what soul would I a zombie make
What long-dead penman to this life renew?
For whose gilt words would brains forsake…
…well, not my own, if giving yours would do…

The puzzle posed, its answer must contain:
No English language poet can compare
If giving up one’s living mind’s in train,
No lesser author’s work is worth the dare.

So Bill-the-Bard we bow our heads to thee,
And hope to live to see your next Act III.