Thursday, February 14, 2008

It's Valentine's Day!

Don't forget to give your sweetie a card to commemorate the machine gun slaying of six gangsters in Prohibition-era Chicago!

6 comments:

CaveTroll said...

Hmm either that or the day some roman got himself beheaded and we celebrate that by spending money on red stuff... sorry way too cynical.

By the by new reader from South Africa keep up the good blogging!

Book recommendation if you haven't read it: Perdito Street Station by China Meiville oh and EVERYTHINg by Messr Pratchett

Roberta X said...

Yayy! A day to celebrate Horrible Screaming Death (TM)!

les said...

You know... The site of the "VD" massacre is actually a parking lot these days...

Sigh...

mustanger98 on thr said...

Death and destruction aside, I'm still wondering why anybody thinks they're gonna find love in a box of chocolates. And the human heart ain't the same shape as that candy box... it's more fist-shaped. Actually, Valentine's as we know it is a pink-and-red nightmare of a commericial fabrication of the greeting card industry. It was designed to prey upon those who cannot express their true feelings without assistance. IOW, it's just as much a crutch as a likker bottle is to those thinking they'll drown a heartache. And does anyone realize that the February 14th observance stems from the old Roman Feb.15 observance called Lupercalia which had little or nothing to do with love and more to do with the ability to have kids. Rites included sacrificing a goat, making whips of the skins, and sending a couple of young guys out to flagilate women gathered around the hill where the wolf supposedly raised Remus and Romulus. Yeah, whatever, but I ran across this info in a Worldbook encyclopedia from nearly 30 years ago.

JPG said...

mustanger98 starts off, Death and destruction aside, -- and segues right into details of grisly Roman rites. They make two Thompson guns and 70 slugs in a chilly garage seem downright affectionate. ;-)

Roberta X said...

Oh, like a little whipping with flails braided from the untanned, recently-flayed hides of sacrificial goats is all that unusual or kinky....

Ew, Rome. I am so not gettin' in the time-travel machine if that's the destination dispayed over the front window.

In other happy news, I always thought the conventional "heart" shape was the result of slicing open a human heart like a butterflied steak, an all-too-apt image for those of us who've loved'n'lost. And perfectly gruesome.

Y'know, 14 Feb is worse than 31 Oct when you get a close look at it!

(Verification word: bfdtv. Which is pretty much everything on the networks any more).