Ten for that? You must be mad!

Vacation

T minus Seven, and counting. Oh, believe me, I'm counting.

Technical Difficulties

For various complicated technical reasons that I won't go into here, we are temporarily without the service of a dryer. This is a most unfortunate state of affairs.

Also, my headphones have gone, or at least the right one has.

(Sip)

This wine is quite serviceable.

Cell Phone

I approve of my new cell phone. I appreciate its simplicity.

Blogging

Remember when Wolfgang blogged?

Good times.

Finish On An Extended Monty Python Quote

[A Centurion catches Brian writing graffiti on the palace wall.]

Centurion: What's this, then? "Romanes eunt domus"? People called Romanes, they go the house?

Brian: It says, "Romans go home."

Centurion: No, it doesn't! What's the Latin for "Roman"? Come on, come on !

Brian: Er, "Romanus"!

Centurion: Goes like?

Brian: Annus.

Centurion: Vocative plural of "Annus" is?

Brian: Er, "Anni"!

Centurion: "Romani"... [writes "Romani" over Brian's graffiti] "Eunt"? What is "eunt"?

Brian: "Go".

Centurion: Conjugate the verb, "to go"!

Brian: Er, "Ire." Er, "eo," "is," "it," "imus," "itis," "eunt."

Centurion: So, "eunt" is... ?

Brian Third person plural present indicative, "they go".

Centurion: But, "Romans go home" is an order. So you must use... ? [twists Brian's ear]

Brian: Aaagh! Imperative!

Centurion: Which is...?

Brian: Aaaaagh! Er, er... "i", "i"!

Centurion: How many Romans?

Brian: Aaaaagh! Plural, plural... er, "ite"!

Centurion: "Ite"... [writes "ite" on wall] "Domus"? Nominative? "Go home" is motion toward, isn't it?

Brian: Dative! [Centurion pulls out gladius and holds it against Brian's throat] Aaagh! Not the dative, not the dative! Er, er... accusative, accusative, "ad domum", sir, "ad domum"!

Centurion: Except "Domus" takes the...?

Brian: The locative, sir!

Centurion: Which is...?

Brian: "Domum"!

Centurion: "Domum"... [writes "Domum" on wall] Um. Understand? Now, write it out a hundred times.

Brian: Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Hail Caesar, sir.

Centurion: Hail Caesar! And if it's not done by sunrise, I'll cut your balls off.