Lag B'Omer

Today is the thity-third day of the Omer, which is four weeks and five days into the Omer.

It is also Lag B'Omer. In celebration, I ate a Banana. I'd also have eaten a carrot (not technically a fruit), cucumber (also, not technically a fruit), corn (on the cob, and no, it's not a fruit), and a plantain (like a banana). Are we sensing a pattern yet?

As an aside, Lag B'Omer also commemorates the Bar Kochva Revolt, which happened around to thousand years ago when a splinter sect of redneck Jews (believe me, they existed back then) led an (incredibly unsuccessful) revolt against the Romans in the provide of Judea. This prompted the Romans to change all the maps to say "Palestine," a situation that was not remedied until just sixty years ago.

Masada? Their last stronghold. They killed their wives and children, then each other, and then the last one killed himself, rather than surrender. Except one of the wives and two of the children survived. I've been to Masada. It rained, which is never does because Masada is in the middle of a freaking desert, because I am from Michigan and have that power. Anyway. That was pretty much the point when the Romans started hunting down Judeo-Christians, and the reason was because in the first few months, the revolt looked like it was going to succeeded. Sorry about that ^^'.

So, I have this conversation snippet in my head.

Dan: Does really good sex send, like, a fucking message for someone to come interrupt?
Heres Tanarill: [calmly] Yes.
Dan: . . . WTF?

But I don't know where it goes.

What else I did today:

Organized all of my memories. They work best when sorted by description, except the DaHTA archive which works best when sorted in order of the long post of timeline that I haven't written yet. It ain't getting written until DaHTA is over, either.

Also, Rags, I needs your beta'ing powerz of beta!

That is all. Off to do more laundry.