Lost_Warrior

Thanks Nephele, maybe that's what I'm thinking of.

I personally believe that there are more than one, but this is a personal belief not (as far as I know) supported by mythology.) OK, I'm missing something...how does a god, mating with a snake haired gorgon, produce a winged horse? I know that genetics have little bearing on the reproduction of gods...but I'm missing the connection.

Thanks GO. (and Nephele)

Thanks!! I didn't think of the antlers of Cernunnos, but I kind of see it now that you mention it. I hope I have a good holiday too...It will be a tight squeeze trying to get to see them around work and everything.

*rofl* it was right around a blind turn, I couldn't see it until it was too late. Plus, it was 5.45 AM and, my mental state at that hour is not what it could be.

It's been a while since I updated this, so without further ado, I give you: Tribal Carnival!!! It has been a long four weeks, LOL. Here's hoping the next few are a lot better. I need to ask tomorrow about what we're doing at work for Christmas. I need to know, so that I can make plans to see the other half of my family. Hopefully I'll be able to see them for a few days, at least. I'm sorry to say that my grandmother is not doing so well, and I want to get to see her as much as possible now.

Good luck!!

Damn right!! And don't you EVER forget it! *grins and wipes the blood off her sword*

Worms can be made edible when proceeded by much beer, coated in salted bread crumbs and fried in much butter, and followed by much more beer!

Ah, school days! Before the bomb scares.

"Their drills were bloodless battles and their battles bloody drills".

Welcome back GO!!

Oh no, Caesar is broken!! Poor Caesar! It froze my Firefox.

At the risk of showing my inner insanity: I

Caligae. I find it interesting that there would be a specific person to take care of everyone's caligae? I find it much more likely that everyone would be expected to take care of their own. Now, a shoe maker/repairer, I could see. But for everyday cleaning/maintenance? I would expect every soldier to do that themselves.

Wow, a lot of info!! Thanks Caldrail! I wish I could remember where I read this. It seemed a bit "fishy" to me at the time...I can't remember if they were talking about new recruits or "official" legionaries.

I remember reading at one point (can't remember the book it was in...something out of the school library...sorry) that the Romans' training schedule went something like this: Day 1: training, drills, including a 20 mile march (in roughly 5 hours) Day 2: Clean/repair armor and kit Day 3: Rest Repeat (this is starting to sound like the directions on the back of my shampoo bottle). Are there any ancient sources to support this? It seems a little 'lax' to me, but then, it also makes sense in a way, because you would not want the troops to get tired out. Thoughts? Also, how soon after a battle would the legions resume training? As soon as they were able? The next day? Or were they given a few days' rest? (Personally, if I were leading them I'd give them a few days rest. Forcing them to train immediately after fighting seems to be just ASKING for a mutiny.)

Nice!!! You should finish this "rough sketch" because it looks really good!!!

I personally think 100 illegitimate children, while not impossible, is more than likely an exaggeration. Does this come from an ancient source, or modern?

I haven't heard of it either. One *possibility* for why it would be done would be if the master of the house did not want the male slaves having relations with his wife or daughters. That was MY first thought. I believe that this was done in one of the Eastern cultures (I forget which one.) at least, in the house of the Emperor, for this very reason: the Emperor's personal servants were eunuchs, because that way they would stay away from the Empress...and the harem.

ROTFL!! OMG. I love that MSN list. No, I'm Spartacus No, I'm Spartacus No, I'm Spartacus ... Great find!!

ROTFL!!!! :lol:

I was responsible for myself in a lot of regards, I had no brothers and sisters to look after. Fortunately only one parent was 'problematic'...the other took good care of me. Still, I'm immensely thankful right now for my best friend who is helping me through all the leftover guilt and trust issues.

It beats new car smell!!!! Thanks, so am I!! It WAS pretty funny actually. Redneck speedbump?

I suppose I should count myself VERY lucky concerning today's events. And I feel quite free to laugh about them now. So today started out relatively normal; I got up at 5:05 or so...I have to leave at 5:30 mind you to get to work. But this is normal, and I usually wind up leaving at about 5:35 and getting there five minutes or so early. So I'm driving to work, as usual. I am almost there, and just as I am entering New Albany (I'm slowing down, as the speed limit changes from 45 to 25 right up ahead) I go around a blind turn. And there, right in the middle of my lane is... A deer. Sprawled completely across my lane. Quite obviously DOA, and very much in my way. Now, I came around the turn going probably 35 mph...when I saw the unfortunate creature I slammed on my brakes. To late, of course, to stop completely. I could not swerve right, there was not enough room. If I'd swerved left, I would have had to be in the other lane. Nothing was coming, however I had no time to swerve, either. So I aimed my car directly for it, thinking if I "straddled it" I would do the least amount of damage to my 2 year old car. Keep in mind, the bumper of my car is only about a foot off of the road. It's a small car, with a low hanging plastic bumper, and low profile tires. So, inevitably, I hit the deer, going about 15 or 20 mph...I would guess. And drove over it. My front right tire, I think, went over the head. The rest passed under my car; scraped my undercarriage... And left my car completely undamaged. Now, I do have a few hairs on my bumper and underneath the car. I do have a "hot dead meat" smell when I drive the car. What I don't have, is a single scratch from the incident. In hindsight, it's pretty amazing. And pretty funny. I bet it was hilarious from an "outside" point of view; a small, sporty Ford Focus driving completely over a deer. One expects this sort of behavior from the drivers of large, tough SUV's...not small sedans. I'd already knew my car handled snow well. Now I know it handles deer well as well. So, I'm at work, and it's almost lunch time. Scratch that, it IS lunch time. I'm deburring a part and the scraper slips--I slice my thumb open, and it immediately starts bleeding like crazy. Now, as soon as I finish deburring these three parts (I'm working on the first of them) I can go to lunch. Wiping the blood off on my pants doesn't work; it just keeps bleeding, so I grab a shop towel and wrap my thumb in it, and try to hold it there while I keep working. When I'm done (not an easy feat with a towel wrapped around your thumb) I ask my boss for a bandaid. Now, I'm hungry. Have been for an hour or more. Usually, my own blood does not bother me...to badly. But I'm hungry, and the cut is deep (into the meat) I can tell by the feel. I notice the depth of it when I'm washing it off and waiting for my boss to return with the bandaid. So, while he bandages my hand, I sit on the arm of a chair, staring at the ceiling, trying not to pass out. The blood didn't bother me a bit, but the knowledge that I'd cut into the muscle, did. As soon as he's done I grab my lunch...and sit there for a few minutes waiting till the dizziness passes. Then I get some sugar (gatorade) in me and chow down. I return to work, feeling OK and finish my shift. I was going to wash my car on the way home, but the way this day has been (two bad incidents and two "near misses" that could have been worse), I decided to head straight home. The roads are still wet from the snow and rain, and it is salty, so washing my car today wouldn't do any good anyhow. I'll wash it sometime during the coming four day weekend.