so sometimes it would seem that updates don’t happen on weekends. this is attributable to the fact that the wonderful people who work at my managers offices actually go home for the weekends and think about non-moby related things. and i’m not being facetious, the people who work for my managers are wonderful. and i don’t begrudge them their time off in the slightest. people need time off, even me. i took a few hours off tonight to have dinner with damian and the went to a couple of little parties with him and his girlfriend. i’m so decadent, aren’t i? taking time off to socialize when i could be home working. mea culpa.
i wish i had a better understanding of latin and ancient greek. i’m such a dilletante, i only know your basic ‘persona non grata’ and ‘cogito ergo sum’ and ‘christos es logos’ phrases. whenever i meet someone who can actually read or speak latin i’m always impressed. it must be a rather heady aphrodisiac, actually, to be able to speak latin to the ladies (or men)…… ‘caveat emptor, baby’. ‘quid pro quo, you little minx’. and ‘veni vidi vici’ when rearranged has some very dirty connotations.
forgive me, it’s late and i’m being willfully obscure. sorry. but speaking of latin, i’m reminded of the simpsons wherein martin falls asleep and goes to latin-land and runs around excited to be immersed in the world of latin. and he conjugates ‘morir’ (which is ‘to die’, i think, at least that’s the spanish) and the ghost of groundskeeper willie shows up says ‘mori (or something), you die’, and then willie kills martin a la freddy krueger. it’s funny, martin in the wonderful world of latin. oscure question, what does ralph wiggum get to be when he falls asleep?
now not to be a cliche, but it’s time to go back to work.
-moby
a: a viking.