It's all about where you put your tongue

It's 4:30 on a Friday and all I really want is a nap. And for someone else to go get groceries for us, because I just used the last of the milk to make a crappuccino. It's really bad, but I feel obligated to drink it because of the milk situation.

I can't make Gord go because he's sick, and refusing to gargle pee even though I assured him it would work. He's having a nap but if he's really sick tomorrow, I'll try pushing the pee cure again. It's that or go out into the cold cold world in search of medicine and gingerale, and frankly, I've had enough of the outside for one week.

Anyhoo... I just voted for the 2008 weblog awards, although I could only vote in the categories containing blogs I actually read. It's a good site to check out if you want to expand your blog list or just want to be super trendy and read what everyone else is reading. This is how I found Dooce.com last April, and spent many a delightful hour at work reading her entire archives. It was the most fun I ever had at that job, except perhaps the day I watched A Scanner Darkly on my ipod uninterrupted. Hooray for cubicles at the back of the office, if cubicle you must.

And I learned how to pronounce the letter 'e' in french. It's all about where you put your tongue. What I can't get over is how many international students are in our class. I can barely learn french and here they are learning french taught in english when they are native Chinese or Spanish speakers. It makes me feel like a jackass for complaining about any of the lessons.

I'm going to leave you with a creepy little nugget from my Greek Mythology class. You probably all know the myth of King Minos, how he was supposed to sacrifice this magnificent bull to Poseidon, but it was such a fabulous bull that he wanted to keep it. So he sacrificed an inferior bull, thinking he could fool the god, which he obviously couldn't. Poseidon retaliated by making King Minos' wife fall in love with the bull. Pasiphae got Daedalus to make her a hollow wooden bull so she could....yeuch....with the bull. And 9 months later, she had a bouncing baby minotaur. Is that not the grossest thing you've heard today?

Have a good weekend, and don't do anything the ancient Cretans wouldn't do.