Happy Sant Jordi everybody! Today in Spain is a very special day when you give roses and books to people you hold dear to you, in honor of Saint George (Sant Jordi in Catalan) who is celebrated because he screwed up his courage and popped a cap in a dragon, gangsta style. I did my part to celebrate by surprising someone very important with some roses and books, per custom. And then I killed a dragon. WORD. But HELLO where are my books and roses? Cathy and I both confessed that we briefly entertained notions of book-giving but then didn't, our unthoughtfulness cancelling each other out nicely.
In further celebration of Sant Jordi's love of the written word is this little blog's first birthday! I thought about all of the ways that I could celebrate the blog's birthday but ya'll, it's too much work. Can we just talk about this poor child's picture of Sant Jordi busting up the dragon?
I love your picture of Sant Jordi/Hitler slaying the dragon. The little moustache was a nice touch. Are you making some kind of statement? Good for you. But Uma, can I ask some questions? Is the dragon smiling? He looks mighty happy for having just gotten slain. Maybe he isn't actually dead, judging from the scratch near his foot. Unless Sant Jordi had access to some pretty high caliber rifle, which you don't seem to have drawn, I don't think he's finished off your dragon. He's even smiling! Uma, I don't think that's how the story goes. And is Jordi actually straddling the dragon?
I like the way that Princess is four times the size of everybody else. Hey, isn't she bigger than the dragon? I don't think she would have needed saving from anything. She looks pretty tough, except for the bum right arm. She probably could have just kicked the dragon and grabbed the rose from the dude on the horse since they're the same height. And am I tilted or is everyone leaning to the right?
Uma, this picture rocks.
Love, Dean
