Hannibalus Cannabilius

You know when you just have a phrase spinning in your mind and you just want it out and so you write it down somewhere along with what it means to you? Well …

Hannibalus Cannabilius

There’s a series of books by Thomas Harris based around a character called Hannibal Lecter who, because he is a cannibal, has become known as Hannibal the Cannibal. If one of those guys who wrote Latin literature (like Cicero, Virgil, Ovid or Horace) were to have written the books instead then perhaps the name would have changed to Hannibalus (or perhaps not; I’m no expert in Latin). Then, if he’d have been a pot-head instead of an eater of human flesh, then perhaps his name in common parlance would have been Hannibalus Cannabilius.

So, yeah, hopefully, that will have exorcised the phrase from my head and I can get on with some work.

Have you noticed that I’m a lot more random lately?
Yeah, me too.
Should I be worried?
Nah, I didn’t think so.

Am I A Cannibal?

That feeling you get when you’re eating your sandwich and you notice that a crumb has fallen onto your lap and so you reach down, grab it and pop it into your mouth only to discover that it’s not a crumb at all, it’s a flake of skin from your peeling, sunburnt arms.

And then you wonder if that makes you into a cannibal.