Valentine's day is tomorrow. I've tried to keep my rantyness down to a dull roar, since I figure there are three pretty equally divided camps when it comes to the manufactured holiday, so I figured I'd post something on how the holiday came about.

Valentine's Day started in the time of the Roman Empire. In ancient Rome, February 14th was a holiday to honour Juno. Juno was the Queen of the Roman Gods and Goddesses. The Romans also knew her as the Goddess of women and marriage. The following day, February 15th, began the Feast of Lupercalia.
The lives of young boys and girls were strictly separate. However, one of the customs of the young people was name drawing. On the eve of the festival of Lupercalia the names of Roman girls were written on slips of paper and placed into jars. Each young man would draw a girl's name from the jar and would then be partners for the duration of the festival with the girl whom he chose. Sometimes the pairing of the children lasted an entire year, and often, they would fall in love and would later marry.
Under the rule of Emperor Claudius II Rome was involved in many bloody and unpopular campaigns. Claudius the Cruel was having a difficult time getting soldiers to join his military leagues. He believed that the reason was that roman men did not want to leave their loves or families. As a result, Claudius cancelled all marriages and engagements in Rome. The good Saint Valentine was a priest at Rome in the days of Claudius II. He and Saint Marius aided the Christian martyrs and secretly married couples, and for this kind deed Saint Valentine was apprehended and dragged before the Prefect of Rome, who condemned him to be beaten to death with clubs and to have his head cut off. He suffered martyrdom on the 14th day of February, about the year 270. At that time it was the custom in Rome, a very ancient custom, indeed, to celebrate in the month of February the Lupercalia, feasts in honour of a heathen god. On these occasions, amidst a variety of pagan ceremonies, the names of young women were placed in a box, from which they were drawn by the men as chance directed.
The pastors of the early Christian Church in Rome endeavoured to do away with the pagan element in these feasts by substituting the names of saints for those of maidens. And as the Lupercalia began about the middle of February, the pastors appear to have chosen Saint Valentine's Day for the celebration of this new feast. So it seems that the custom of young men choosing maidens for valentines, or saints as patrons for the coming year, arose in this way.

I kinda like the idea of drawing women at random. Sounds an awful lot like a big swing party. Then again, I suppose if I were a young hot college coed, I'be kinda put out if I got paired up with a fortysomething crusty old fart. Kinda put a damper on the festivities and all.

I'm not doing the valentine's day celebration this year, for obvious reasons. Well, obvious to me anyway: the list of names of girls that I could put into the box and draw at random is pretty small, you know? Not that I'm complaining (you've heard enough of that to last a while, I think), but I'm not exactly rolling in groupies or anything, as much as my rockstar-like presence would lead you to believe.

Neither do I particularly feel like any kind of anti-valentine festivities. The only thing that I actually considered was a strip club night, since going to a strip club and being with a gaggle of other sad and lonely single men just seems like it might be appropriate. However, I have to think that spending wads of cash to be sensorially abused by a swath of man-hating lesbians is something I'd rather save for a particularly masochistically fitful depressive episode. And if I wanted to be abused by lezzzzbians, I could probably find some who would abuse me for free.

Besides, I'm still up to my ass in alligators. I have more foam gluing to be doing, as well as wiring and prepping DVDs for the ADR sessions. At least two more nights worth of work, assuming that I can still move. I still haven't made it to 'Nards to get porch lumber, and it's looking like this weekend will be colder than a witch's nipple. (Apologies to all of my thermically-challenged wiccan friends.)

It's just easier this way.