The pipes, the pipes are calling.

So I've been reading this book of Irish fairy-tales. I have learned that the term "Mermaid" comes from the Irish sailors who believed that "Merrows" (both maids and men) lived in the ocean near Ireland. "Merrow", and thereby "Mer" being based on the Gaelic word, "Muir", which means "Sea". Mermaid = Sea maid. Anyway... while reading this book, I've been reading it out loud to myself, with an Irish accent, just to make it more fun. As a result, I find myself now thinking with an Irish accent, and occasionally speaking with one when I don't mean to. I only hope that it becomes permanent, because Irish accents are awesome.


Oh yeah, also, it seems that Merpeople weren't just people on top and fish on the bottom, they also had webbed hands and feet. Yeah, feet... in addition to giant fish tails. Like people wearing scaly pants, with a giant tail instead of a butt.

Finally, my quest is ended.

I have just read the Odyssey, and it will stay long in my heart, for it reflects like sunlight on the water the deep thought within my soul that all my life upon this twisted and cursed earth has been a tiresome and anguished wandering through violent and harrowing trials, and will be until the God who rules the thunder, who shakes the very earth is His grasp, finds that my troubles should end, and sees fit in His wisdom and mercy to ferry me back to my beloved home. It likewise aligns with the desire in my heart to stand with my Lord at the final battle, and serve His will, for His glory, and His kingdom.

Up next in the queue: A Treasury of Irish Myth, Legend, and Folklore by W.B. Yeats and Lady Gregory