Happy Birthday to me! Well, its not really my birthday. That's in February. Today is just a regular day in November. November first. Some people have bad things to say about November, but I don't really mind it. It could be a worse month really. I'm sure somebody named November after something but I don't know what it is. Naming months must've been a really big deal back in the day. I'm sure it wasn't a full time job though. It was probably interesting to live back before they started naming months...they probably didn't even name the days back then either. I bet the first guy that started naming days was ridiculed by his peers. They were like, "Hey, did you guys hear that Bob went off his rocker today? Yeah, completely nutso. He says that today is Wednesday. Yeah, Wednesday. What the hell is that supposed to mean? He says that seven days from now it will be Wednesday again." I think it would've been really interesting if they hadn't stopped with the new days after Sunday. Like 365 individually named days. Apparently the seven day week goes back at least as far as the Old Testament cause God rested on the seventh and then quit his day job. Slacker.
I dunno, I like November. Not only is it my birthday month, but I just love the fall. Autumn is my favorite season. The weather is perfect, the feelings are just really warm and there's something in the air that's just really all consumingly beautiful. *shrug*
I figured out where November came from. Back in the day before Julius Augustus Caesar, there were no months named July (Julius) or August (duh). Therefore, instead of November being the 11th month, it was the ninth. Novum or something. Not sure about the spelling in latin and what-not. Nine in French is neuf. Almost November.