Thors-day is kicking my butt. Although maybe its been the whole week, and I’m only having an inkling of spatial awareness now.
Joey, referring to himself in the third person, is counting down the minutes till he can go home where… he’d like to say that he has something interesting planned, but the reality is that after his commute, inhaling dinner, bathing the kids and reading a bedtime story, all he will really want to do, is go to sleep.
Perhaps, if he is feeling especially motivated, he will boot up his PlayStation and briefly try recreate the glory days of yore. (outcome = unlikely)
Soooooo… instead of whining I will post a picture for throwback Thursday.
I’m… second from the left. Looking particular dapper and still mightily follicled.
A school play, grade… five maybe. I seem to remember it was ‘The story of Perseus’.
Being a Catholic school I’m sure we glossed over Zeus impregnating Perseuses mother with a ‘Golden shower’. I’m not sure if I mean impregnating or raping. In Greek mythology they kinda mean the same thing, don’t they?
I feel we likely concentrated on the ‘hacking off Medusa’s head’ part of the story. Much more amenable to the catholic condition and our long (sordid) legacy of… eh… persuasive evangelization.
Good times.
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Go Darke 