Why don't I have Celtickier icons than Mystic Knights and King Arthur?
No one guessed Garibaldi/Lennier.
I have decided that this term is surreal. After that class on sodomy, yesterday we ended up making jokes about Jason's little slip of the tongue when talking about the Annals of the Four Masters. Coming soon to a back room near you: Anals of the Four Masters, starring Mitch Argyle. A Gille-cluich production. And yesterday's Welsh class was mostly spent dicking around on the BBC's Addysg section. Our homework was to play flash games and watch little movies of animated druids and bog men (although it was really adorable that the druid's antlers turn into question marks when he's confused).
This tradition has started. Usually just after Medieval Gaelic Religious Texts, Jason, Michel, and I end up gravitating towards the major crossroads for campus, in front of the library. And we'll chat. Today we stood there for an hour (I still can't feel my toes). We talk about classes, we talk about movies, we talk about books, we're massive nerds. We come up with ideas for comics and cartoons and videos and movies. We twist and pervert everything the Celtic department has taught us into our own warped creations, like mad Scottish scientists.
Today's crack? Bond. Seumas Bond. Double-oh-seachd. Scotland's greatest weapon. Thunderbarra, From Alba with Love, The Loch is Not Enough, Sporrans Are Forever, Never Say Llyfr Again.
Bond sheep. Picture a sheep trotting out of the water of a loch with a knife strapped to its hind leg, shaking the water out of its fleece. Sexily.
Poisoned-tipped kilt pin. Sporran loaded with lock picks, plastic explosives, and small rockets. A horse with an invisibility shield. Rocket-loaded saddle. All provided, of course, by the Welsh tech wiz Ll. Although it was pointed out that the Welsh Q would be P.
That last joke was super-nerdy.
I love being a Celtic Studies student. I just couldn't be this happy in any another discipline, I know it.
Also, not funny, but this site is really cool: Irish Script On Screen. It's the manuscript collections from a bunch of different universities and colleges in Ireland, including the Royal Irish Academy. It has scans of all the manuscript pages, and tons and tons of notes and information on all of them, including where to find editions of the text. It makes my nerdheart go squee. You can ask for a password to be allowed to get the really high-res images of the manuscripts, for transcription. It's run by the Dublin Institute of Advanced Studies, which has two departments: Celtic Studies and Physics.
I have decided that this term is surreal. After that class on sodomy, yesterday we ended up making jokes about Jason's little slip of the tongue when talking about the Annals of the Four Masters. Coming soon to a back room near you: Anals of the Four Masters, starring Mitch Argyle. A Gille-cluich production. And yesterday's Welsh class was mostly spent dicking around on the BBC's Addysg section. Our homework was to play flash games and watch little movies of animated druids and bog men (although it was really adorable that the druid's antlers turn into question marks when he's confused).
This tradition has started. Usually just after Medieval Gaelic Religious Texts, Jason, Michel, and I end up gravitating towards the major crossroads for campus, in front of the library. And we'll chat. Today we stood there for an hour (I still can't feel my toes). We talk about classes, we talk about movies, we talk about books, we're massive nerds. We come up with ideas for comics and cartoons and videos and movies. We twist and pervert everything the Celtic department has taught us into our own warped creations, like mad Scottish scientists.
Today's crack? Bond. Seumas Bond. Double-oh-seachd. Scotland's greatest weapon. Thunderbarra, From Alba with Love, The Loch is Not Enough, Sporrans Are Forever, Never Say Llyfr Again.
Bond sheep. Picture a sheep trotting out of the water of a loch with a knife strapped to its hind leg, shaking the water out of its fleece. Sexily.
Poisoned-tipped kilt pin. Sporran loaded with lock picks, plastic explosives, and small rockets. A horse with an invisibility shield. Rocket-loaded saddle. All provided, of course, by the Welsh tech wiz Ll. Although it was pointed out that the Welsh Q would be P.
That last joke was super-nerdy.
I love being a Celtic Studies student. I just couldn't be this happy in any another discipline, I know it.
Also, not funny, but this site is really cool: Irish Script On Screen. It's the manuscript collections from a bunch of different universities and colleges in Ireland, including the Royal Irish Academy. It has scans of all the manuscript pages, and tons and tons of notes and information on all of them, including where to find editions of the text. It makes my nerdheart go squee. You can ask for a password to be allowed to get the really high-res images of the manuscripts, for transcription. It's run by the Dublin Institute of Advanced Studies, which has two departments: Celtic Studies and Physics.