Etymology: French or Late Latin; French méphitique, from Late Latin mephiticus, mefiticus, from Latin mephitis, mefitis mephitis + -icus -ic
Date: circa 1623
: of, relating to, or like mephitis : offensive to the sense of smell : NOXIOUS, PESTILENTIAL <the mephitic verdure of the Malay peninsula — Jean Stafford> <that purpose which is now hidden in a mephitic cloud of love and romance and prudery and fastidiousness — G.B.Shaw>
Silens, tamen mortifer!
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In the Roman calendar March was the first month. The new year was celebrated by the week-long Martius Furiae. The raucous celebration was marked by games of the lost Roman sport of pilia-beta.
I’ve been dribbling since I was a baby!
Cassius: How many ages hence
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over,
In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
Heh…I see what he did there.
Monday, March 1st, 2010
Quelle horreur! I dreamed I was a member of a tribe that rejected basic science to preserve local superstition. And then I wok…NOOOO!
Tuesday, March 2nd, 2010
Quelle horreur! I dreamed that the Patriot Act had been extended again. And then I wok…NOOOO!
Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010
Quelle horreur! I dreamed I lived in a state wherein a substantial minority believed ‘The Flintstones’ was fact-based. And then I wok…NOOO!
Thursday, March 4th, 2010
Quelle horreur! I dreamed I lived in a developed nation that refused to provide its citizens even basic health care. And then I wok…NOOOO!
Friday, March 5th, 2010
Quelle horreur! I dreamed a president elected on reform merely continued the policies of the previous administration. And then I wok…NOOOO!
Saturday, March 6th, 2010
Quelle horreur! I dreamed I lived in a nation where hysterical entertainers and not doctors and scientists led public opinion on health and medicine. And then I wok…NOOOO!
Sunday, March 7th, 2010
Quelle horreur! I dreamed I didn’t have any waggish social commentary to wrap up this lame ‘dream journal’ bit. And then I wok…NOOOO!
"You shoot me in a DREAM, you better wake up and apologize!"
They’re happy and they’re marching, y’see…
Yeah…I don’t think it’s funny either.