Friday, February 13, 2009
Seems like a good time to point out to all you broken-hearted creeps like me that St. Valentine wasn't only the Patron Saint of love, but also of bee keepers, epilepsy, fainting, and plague. I plan to celebrate St. Valentine's day tomorrow by eating honey until I pass out. Since tomorrow is also about the mating of birds... a la Chaucer's lines, "For this was sent on Seynt Valentyne's day, Whan every foul cometh ther to choose his mate."... I also recommend a viewing of Hitchcock's The Birds. Bah Humbug.