Surprise!

 

From the oddly-surprised cow (now that’s a Bull!)…

 

To the strangely-startled pastry-lamb (Easter cake – what?!)…

 

To the pleasantly-surprised owl (really? a party just for me?)…

 

To the unpleasantly-surprised cat (OMG why are you naked?)

 

To the originator of all cat-related surprised-madness (hmm hmm hmm hmm).

How I love the surprises of Monday. 

Easter is an equal-opportunity employer (as long as you’re a bunny)

 

In our modern world, a girl can be bullied by nay-saying rabbits,

talked down to by aristocratic, over-dressed, snobby rabbits,

end up saddled with 20+ baby bunnies (whose father has mysteriously hopped away),

and can still grow up to be the best Easter Bunny ever!

Is this not a hopeful thing?

~~~

Mihi placet maxime

 

 

Centurion:

What’s this thing? "ROMANES EUNT DOMUS"? "People called Romanes they go the house?"

Brian:

It… it says "Romans go home".

Centurion:

No it doesn’t. What’s Latin for "Roman"?

Brian hesitates

Centurion:

Come on, come on!

Brian:

(uncertain) "ROMANUS".

Centurion:

Goes like?

Brian:

"-ANUS".

Centurion:

Vocative plural of "-ANUS" is?

Brian:

"-ANI".

Centurion:

(takes paintbrush from Brian and paints over) "RO-MA-NI". "EUNT"? What is "EUNT"?

Brian:

"Go".

Centurion:

Conjugate the verb "to go"!

Brian:

"IRE"; "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 the …?

He lifts Brian by his short hairs

Brian:

The … imperative.

Centurion:

Which is?

Brian:

Um, oh, oh, "I", "I"!

Centurion:

How many Romans? (pulls harder)

Brian:

Plural, plural! "ITE".

Centurion strikes over "EUNT" and paints "ITE" on the wall

Centurion:

"I-TE". "DOMUS"? Nominative? "Go home", this is motion towards, isn’t it, boy?

Brian:

(very anxious) Dative?

Centurion draws his sword and holds it to Brian’s throat

Brian:

Ahh! No, ablative, ablative, sir. No, the, accusative, accusative, ah, DOMUM, sir.

Centurion:

Except that "DOMUS" takes the …?

Brian:

… the locative, sir!

Centurion:

Which is?

Brian:

"DOMUM".

Centurion:

(satisfied) "DOMUM"…

He strikes out "DOMUS" and writes "DOMUM"

Centurian:

…"-MUM". Understand?

Brian:

Yes sir.

Centurion:

Now write it down a hundred times.

Brian:

Yes sir, thank you sir, hail Caesar, sir.

Centurion:

(saluting) Hail Caesar. If it’s not done by sunrise, I’ll cut your balls off.

Brian:

(very relieved) Oh thank you sir, thank you sir, hail Caesar and everything, sir!

Why, some of my best friends are trees

So, you say, you’d like to take a walk with a tree?

Then, perhaps you’d like to lie back and watch one float away in the clouds?

  And would you like to finish the day by sleeping in one?

I think that could be arranged.

Late night movie

- “I know you can be overwhelmed, and you can be underwhelmed, but can you ever just be whelmed?”

- “I think you can in Europe.”

***

- “What we need, is a backer.”

- “what’s that?”

- “Someone with money, who’s stupid.”