Happy Birthday, Little Boots !

Little boots ? ! ? ! ?

Are you aware that "little boots" was the cognomen of the emperor Giaus--and in latin, that is Caligula?

If so, kudos on your subtle irony. If not, claim it was intended anyway, and get some undeserved credit.

Dammit, Set.
I wuz tryin' to get that one in under the radar...

Ooooo . . . slick response . . . my hat would be off to you, but alas, i never wear hats . . .

Which must be why you keep such a cool head ...

Flattery, and a buck-and-a-half, will get a bus ride across town . . .

You know, we could go somewhere with this. Giaus made a horse a Senator. The Shrub made a horse's ass secretary of defense. Let's work on this . . .

Hmmm... thinking

Set,

Perhaps you could whip up a little something comparing Cincinnatus' career as leader of Rome to the glorious job that Mr. Boots has been doing.

Or we could just go looking for the perfect meatloaf.

There is, alas, no perfect meatloaf. But for this we should be thankful--the variety of meatloaf sammiches available for our delectation is endless . . .

Lucius Quinctius Cincinnatus stood bail for his nephew by putting all of his properties within the city in hock. His nephew skipped town, and Cincinnatus was beggared. The one remaining property he retained was a small farm on the Janiculum (not then within the confines of the city). He retired to the farm and eeked out a living in a traditional manner, much praised for its republican virtue by those who didn't themselves actually have to raise blisters on the handles of a plow. He was called to the Dictatorship five times, and returned to his humble farm at the conclusion of each emergency. Even though a legendary account, i think it probably has a good basis in fact. Therefore, i consider L. Quinctius Cincinnatus to have been an honorable man, and would not sully his name by a comparison to "Little Boots."

Little Boots . . . i love it . . . wish i'd thought of it . . . think i'll use if from now on . . .

I defer to you, my good man.

I was merely trying to to recall a bit of schoolboy history.

Isn't there something noble in the quest for perfection ?

or is that madness...

It really does have a good bite to it .

I tried it on another forum about a year ago, and only a Canajun picked up on it.

I have ambivalent feelings about that . . . perfection seems not to be possible, and in fact to be a tyrannical concept, in that it implies that is a single best way to do or to view something. At the same time, i think people excel when they aspire to a notion of perfection. Tough call . . .

Oh boy, the cool things I learn on a2k.

Thanks, fellas.

Little Boots? It goes with the package... a guy born on third base who thought he hit a triple.... all hat and no cows...a rancher who doesn't know how to ride... yee-up.. That'd be our CiC.

I need to sleep on this... and see if I have any visions in the night.

Or, you could call him Big Little Man.

Laura Bush's "milking" joke has to fit in here somewhere...

I don't know that one, Boss, what is the "milking" joke?

Laura Bush did a series of jokes about her man and how he didn't know much about ranching at a dinner roast for the White House Press Corps. It included a stupid (though the press told us this was very clever of her) comment about his trying to milk a horse.


I thought LionTamer said something about meatloaf... was I dreaming?