Happy Valentine's Day!!!

If you watch Jeopardy like I do, you'll remember that the other night, there was a Final Jeopardy question about the date of a holiday based on it being at the same time of a Roman mating festival or spring festival or something like that. I'll bet the losers are rueful of the fact that they don't read my blog, where they could have learned the answer to the question (or the question to the answer, since it is Jeopardy after all). Ha ha! That's what you get for not reading my blog, losers!

Actually, if I remember correctly, the returning champion that day was pretty effing hot. You're not a loser, baby. Here, let me console you by helping you out of that blouse.

Because of the connection made between Valentine and horny, sex-starved birds made by Chaucer, St. Valentine is the patron saint of birds. He is often symbolized by a bishop holding a rooster. Yes, you read that correctly. St. Valentine is symbolized as a man holding his cock. An erect cock, at that, since the bird is usually standing.

He is also the patron saint of beekeepers. There's nothing sarcastic or snarky to say here. I just thought it was kind of funny. I guess that's why we call each other "Honey" when being cutesy and lovie. Okay, so there's a touch of snark.

As for the iPod situation: thanks to everyone who helped. I ended up following a combination of Gwen and Jidai. I went to the Apple store and set up a meeting at the genius bar. The guy worked on it for 5 or 10 minutes, doing everything I had done to it, except he did it with a Mac. He got the same results I did, so I didn't feel nearly as clueless as I had previously. Turns out, the drive is ruined, so chances are Nimrod didn't want the iPod for whatever reason (as Beckeye suggested). They let me keep it so that I can use it for 10% off a new iPod, which I'll probably get her for her birthday or anniversary or Christmas or Arbor Day or something (so, you know, act surprised when I give it to you). Anyway, many thanks again to everyone who helped, even you people who said they were "no help at all". You gave it the old college try, at least.

Anyway, enjoy yourselves today. My wife has to work tonight, my daughter is having First Reconciliation today, and the Buxom and Comely and Easily Terrified and Desperately Exhausted Boudicca will need a nap between holy rites and work.

Here's the conversation that went down about this:

Boudicca: "I realize it's Valentine's day and all, but I switched with someone to work that night so that she could go and get a nice dinner with her boyfriend and get engaged. I'm sorry."
Me: "Don't worry, lovie. We have plenty of clean towels."
Boudicca: *rolls eyes*

I'm pretty sure I just shattered any chance I had of getting some tonight. Happy Valentine's Day. Feel free to come visit me while I'm sleeping in the backyard.