You buried me right where I belonged and still I'm waiting there

[sovay]

How I have been doing this long weekend is not very well, in ways generically and specifically disheartening, but it has interested me to discover that while I have to do it by hand with pencil and paper, as if it's muscle memory rather than mental recall, I can still scan classical Greek sufficient to fake a Homeric epithet for our Hestia, slayer of towels: μῆνιν ἄειδε θεὰ τέκνου Ἥρας μακτροφόνοιο. (She sang to us earlier this evening of her triumph over the roll we were still using.) The attentive reader may note that I am relying heavily on both Attic and epic correption and an eighth-century audience would think I didn't know my theogony, but it makes me feel better.

Comments

[asakiyume]

As I said to spatch on Twitter, where he posted a wonderful short video clip illustrating her murderous rage, she was obviously saying, "If you must use paper towels, at least let me kill them for you first!"

[drinkingcocoa]

I had to read it twice before realizing, "Wait... I think Hestia is a cat."

[selkie]

*hugs*

[aurumcalendula]

*hugs*

[vass]

*offers hugs* That sounds extremely rough.

I am glad at least you have a Homeric goddess to protect you from towels.

[movingfinger]

She took on the towels and they folded, huh?

[gwynnega]

Hestia's paper towel triumph is well worth the tribute!

[swan_tower]

For the Latinists who can muddle through the transliteration but no further -- what does it mean???