That means something along the lines of "never needle a magical knitter", and it is my new project. I need to finish a sweater for a puella parva first, but after that I'm felting this marvelous bag, either to keep for myself, or to give to a friend, I'm not sure yet, it depends how it turns out.
It's Harry Potter themed, hence the typeface, and although I'm a bit frightened of embroidery, I will prevail!
For all of the magical Latin Harry Pothead knitters out there, http://rosemary.craftborg.com/, check it out.
Okay. So. January 23 is my birthday, and a very dear friend wrote me a wonderful song. Since it includes just a little bit of Latin, Harry Potter, and by nature of the beast itself, Indie Music, I have decided to post it here. M.B, this is for you. (all names changed)
"The iambic pentameter of her[sic] (maybe he meant 'his'?) feet's pitter-patter was attracting a smattering of crack hoes midst their cracking to see Bill amid his glory aroused in their whorey hearts a dark and evil part.
They threw nets about his feet despite his violent beat of cracking dem biddies' skulls with his fucking nipples
Backwards their eyelids rippled as he killed a few triple Alas he was no match for that ferocious batch
So it was up to Jenna to kill them for evah Avada Kedavra shot from her wands tip as deadly as a pair of blood soaked nips.
They lept about her spell as she shot hell fire yet the situation turned dire as the whore's whipped out their wands.
They began to cast fiendfyre setting the place ablaze. As the heat got higher the hoes were sent into a daze from Jenna's confundo yet they were not done though so she cast a quick confringo to explode dem hoes. And then one fast diffindo to release her booboo.
They quickly escaped as they evaded death and once they were safe the mood did befall them I'll keep it PG I'm sorry.
So she cast erecto and then duro (which means to be hard if you remember the Latin root, and I mean, come on that was definitely made for porno spinoffs...) and she never cast descendo." - M.B.
This is a haiku to a girl called "h. n. b." I love her a lot.
In other words, this person, you know who you are, totally saved my "gluteus maximus" tonight when I was having a heart attack over a Latin final which I still may fail. But certainly not for lack of trying from this one--her never-ending stream of support and encouragement (however distracted by AIM it may have been), allowed me to survive the long and arduous review sheet. I wish I had a small h. n. b. on my shoulder during the exam, not to give me the answers but rather to give me encouragement in the form of knuckle cracking, newspaper-wallet making, love. I'd simply need her to ask me to translate the sentence the way it "logically has to be translated", and I'd get an A, easy.
So go h. n. b., you know who you are. In my opinion, your initials should be in that locket rather than r. a. b. You're just that epic, you're a horcrux theif.
Anyone who knows ME well knows that I am plagued with horrible bouts of paranormal activity every night in my room. This has been going on since I saw the movie paranormal activity and thus developed an awareness of its dangers.
What could be worse than a zombie, entering your room, in the small hours of the morning? Certainly not a final. A final is confined to a sheet of paper or four. Toilsome as they may be, finals can't sneak through your window at night. Even if they include the perfect passive system of verbs, they won't yank your foot from your bed and drag you out your door, through the house, out of the house, and into an unknown oblivion!!!
Thus, I have deduced a new method for studying, and it all revolves around the zen of finals not being demons from the beyond. They're just paper, right? Paper can't hurt you, unless it's stacked together in reams and dropped from tall buildings onto the unsuspecting passer-by. Which it won't be.
So whilest memorizing terms for history or tenses for Latin, or even element patterns for Chem, one must remember: at least there isn't paranormal activity in your room.
Anyone who knows me should know that I am an avid Harry Pothead. My devotion to this wonderful series, however, went on a brief hiatus during the summer of 2008. I was, to put it simply, bored of the books. I'd read them one dozen too many times, and could probably recite full scenes by heart. Still can actually, but that's besides the point.
Then, I took my first Latin class, and it all changed. It only took about three or four classes before I realized; "Holy goddamn! The spells are all logical and Latin based!" 'Crucio,' for starters, which is a rather horrific curse, derives directly from the Latin verb crucio, cruciare, cruciavi, cruciatum, which means "to torture." Harry Potter was forever reignited in my interest.
But then, I paused, if the format is that simple, then what on earth stopped the pre-adolescent and adolescent boys and girls attending Hogwarts from creating their own spells? What stopped the poor boy who always got laughed at in the Quidditch locker rooms from using a simple engorgio charm to...fix the problem? Granted, the engorgio charm derives from an English root, but the concept is the same. What was stopping 12 year old boys from sneaking up behind a pretty and well endowed 7th year girl, swishing their...wands, and shouting "AUFERO!"*
From there, it's not particularly difficult to make the leap to questioning the sanity of giving an eleven year old boy an invisibility cloak. Or allowing an old, gay man (Dumbledore, for all you who aren't literate in the lore of Harry Potter) to revel in the power of invisibility.** In Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone, Dumbledore literally pops up behind eleven year old Harry, while Harry is gazing longingly into the Mirror of Erised. The Mirror of Desire (Read 'erised' backwards; it'll make more sense.)
Harry then asks Dumbledore what he sees in the Mirror. Dumbledore answers, and affably, that he sees socks.
...
What the hell, old man?
Keep it to yourself.
Below is the first of many videos documenting a charming parody. Watch it; it's on youtube.com.
*Aufero, auffere, apstuli, ablatus; to remove, snatch off, steal, snatch away. **I love Dumbledore. I am simply pointing out the...problems with certain scenarios.
Finals are coming up...what better way to study than through music? Linguistically, lyrical writers have evolved from the likes of Homer, Cicero, etcetera. A lesson in morphology: if most of the English language derived from Latin, is listening to music so different from burying your face in the textbook?
It's worth a thought. -Minelor (Pennant showed me this song. Thought you all would enjoy it.)
Edit: (Pennant here.) In response to Minelor's thought, I would just like to briefly state that yes, listening to music is different from burying your face in the textbook. Its a hell of a lot better. So show me a text book as amazing as this song, and I'll never procrostinate again.
Playing charades in Latin class in order to study for a test presents with some difficulties, the first of which being that Latin is an ancient, ancient language. My friend and I were studying the other day, by acting out the vocabulary words in our textbook. That specific chapter had very few easily demonstrable words. Genus, generis, n., or origin, was particularly tricky. My friend mimed a baby, crawling around. "puella?" I guessed, incorrectly. Then she mimed the big bang, to which I gleefully said, "deleo, delere, delevi, deletum," to destroy. When I was at a loss, she pretended to be god, and flung her arms in the air as if to create life.
Another tough one was fluo, fluere, fluxi, fluxum, to flow. The only thing I could think of on the spot was menstruation, which I proceeded to demonstrate by falling to the ground in faux-pain, clutching my abdominal region.
When my male friend joined in the game, the first word he chose, "Ingens, Ingentis," meaning huge, caused him to point frantically towards his crotch. Parvus, a, um, or small, was my initial reaction, but I chose, logically, not to say anything.
I think the best, though, was hostis, hostis, hostium, or the enemy, which my friend, who has been known to make explosion noises followed by frantic "meows" on the phone when she's bored, gleefully interpreted with menacing facial expressions and a makeshift sword, proceeding to stab me in the heart.
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