Trials and travails of one who flails

Now that Awkward Hawk has made the landmark first post, I now feel able to throw in my two cents and pocket lint.

First off, a hearty welcome to those who are reading this who are neither a hawk nor a quail (it's okay to be awkward or flailing, though). We do hope you are not traumatized by the content (which should contain nothing too worthy of traumatization), and that this blog will somehow grow on you, akin to how a foot fungus might.

Secondly, an informal introduction to yours truly:
Flailing quail manages website stuff (whatever small bits there are to manage...) and never knows what to write about in a post. Quail enjoys a healthy helping of randomosity, but often gets way too much ennui on the side.

Quail met Hawk 2.5 years ago (was it really? It feels like yesterday and forever all at once), and it just got stranger from there. Now the world has been forever changed in imperceptible ways. THIS MUST BE THE WORK OF FATE. Oh yes indeed!

Oh look! This post ended up having no substance at all! How marvelously (un)expected.

Come one, come all, to the greatest show on Earth!

Madness, bloodshed, flying feathers;
We blog through famine, plague, and fair weather.
Our inane observations range wide and far;
The awesome, hackneyed, and incredibly bizarre.
The words that pour forth from each rambling beak,
Are risky at best and not for the weak.

With purpose in our hearts and our pens so fiery,
We bring to you this ornery eyrie.