Friday Morning Latin Lesson, Vol. XLI

Well, the fall season for television is upon us. Pardon me for a second. *gaping yawn*

Where was I? Oh, right, television. Hey, look, a butterfly!

I don't think I could give a damn less if I tried when it comes to the new season of the network television shows. Pretty much, they all suck. Is Dirty Jobs starting back up soon? What? Not until October sixth? Mother of fuck.

It used to be that I would watch Heroes because, seriously, I'm pretty much their intended demographic--nerdy comic-book fan type. However, I grew tired of their time-travel antics during the second season when Hiro kept popping back and forth in time to meddle with his feudal-era hero. When they went back to the fucking around in the time stream last year, I gave up. It's not so much that I can't keep up with the plot, I just find it tedious. Also, I got a little tired of the whole "everyone's related" plotline that they were putting together with Claire and the Petrellis and Sylar and all that. Ho-hum. Wake me when they're done with this Cyclops/Havok/Corsair/Adam-X bullshit.

Maybe I'm just too much of an X-Men purist (which I've been accused of, recently even, when I lambasted the Wolverine movie for being fucking horrible), but I just found the whole thing a little too contrived and perhaps a bit overworked (coming from a guy who wrote a long and involved time-travel story for an assignment in college). Plus, aside from Hayden Panetierre's cleavage, most of the characters on Heroes are rather pedestrian. They have these incredible powers, and yet very few of them want to plumb the depths of their abilities or explore their weaknesses.

All that aside, I think the part that pissed me off is when they took the sexy Irish lass to the future and then sort of just let her disappear. I do love me a good accent.

Anyway, when it comes to Heroes this season, I'll just yawn and say the following:

"Non gratias tibi ago. Id salivit pistrica."
Pronounced: "Nohn grah-tee-ahss tee-bee ah-goh. Id sahl-ee-weet pees-treeck-ah."

Translation in the hovertext!
Interestingly enough, I discovered that salire, the infinitive form of the verb "to jump, to leap", can also be translated as "to mount for copulation" (applicable for males only--sorry ladies, you can't mount, only be mounted). Those Romans, they had a word for everything!

Now, if you'll excuse me, soliturus sum meam uxorem.

[EDIT]: Sorry, guys. I had originally translated "they have jumped the shark", but I decided I didn't like that. So, I reworked the phrase to say "it has jumped the shark", but I forgot the "id" part of the phrase (which translates as "it"). I just realized that and fixed it.