Thursday, October 16, 2008

Riddle Me This...

Quantum materiae materietur marmota monax si marmota monax materiam possit materiari?


Yes that was a bit random. But how often can you ask random questions in Latin? I mean really... It usually doesn't come up in a normal conversation. Then again, most of my converstaions slip from the normal to the abnormal (where they are a lot more comfortable).


Illiud Latine dici non potest.


Yet I just did. Um yes. Bleh. My brain has stopped working. It has become an increasingly frequent event. ...Does that sound right? Grammar is the crazy beast that eludes me more often than not. While I like crazy things as much as the next person, grammar-shaped (Tua mater est vacca foeda!) crazy beasts are not my favourites.


Interdum feror cupidine partium magnarum Europe vincendarum


I'm pretty sure it more in the Risk (game) sense than in the actual sense. Really though. Me? Yeah, every day would be a Doctor Who holiday and yeah, I would kick ass. Unfortuantly as I do not kick much ass-age, that would probably not be the vocation for me.


Antiquis temporibus, nati tibi similes in rupibus ventosissimis exponebantur ad necem.


Insert Random Story: I was at a walgreens and I saw this mom and her two kids. They were running everywhere, touching and messing with everything. I just about wanted to smack them. If I had done that (which I probably had), I would have been yelled at in front of everyone and been punished when I got home.


Nowadays, kids are lacking disipline and are running wild. I swear that if I have kids and they act horribly in public, I'm going to... Well, it's my idea and I don't have to share. Regardless, they will straighten up their acts and never behave that way again.




Now to leave you with...

Nemo saltat sorbius, nisi infanus est... (to which I fit the bill)







Exactly.

Psst! 10 brownie points to who can translate the latin

2 comments:

Rae said...

Um, I have no clue what all that latin jazz means. I guess I don't get any brownie points. :(

Anyway, I could see you on a Dr.Who holiday. Perhaps you should take a trip to the next convention! IN LONDON! There you could meet your english-accented future husband. Ahhh...Dr. Who...

SarahHub said...

Okay, so here comes the dreaded "Wait till you have kids!" I definitely used to judge these parents, but now that I've chased Evie around Walgreens, I'm a little more understanding.