The story of Perseus
Thors-day is kicking my butt. Although maybe its been the whole week? Today feels particularly intolerable however. Counting down the minutes till I can go home… and… I’d like to say that I have something interesting planned, but the reality of my life is that after my commute, inhaling dinner, bathing the kids, reading bedtime stories… followed with at least twenty minutes of negotiation and general chitchat (before they finally pass out) all I will really want to do is go to sleep.
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.
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.