Did you know...?

I have a net-friend who lives in Sweden. She recently had a baby girl. After giving me all the baby stats (weight, volume, meat, etcetera), she went on to tell me about the baby's name. I have since discovered that Sweden has what is easily one of the most ridiculous and useless government institutions I have ever heard of: the Swedish Baby Naming Commission. That's not really the proper name for it, but said friend couldn't remember it in full.

When a Swedish woman has a baby, she has to submit the name to the Swedish government for approval. There are guidelines -- yes, guidelines -- for naming her child and, if she's lucky, the Swedish bureaucrats will like the name and let her baby keep it. If they don't like the name, the government sends the woman a list of approved names. Seriously.

My Swedish friend wishes to name her baby Daphne, which I think is a lovely name. It doesn't sound particularly Swedish to me, but what do I know? All the luck to her.

Icon.

Very quick: icon post. *grin*

Everybody loves a stinkbaby.

In other news, French is a lot harder than I remember it being. *__* The days of the week are kicking my butt. Lundi (because of the moon). Mardi (sounds like Monday but isn't because the French are weird). Mecredi (yeah. Wednesday sucks). Jeudi (like the Jedi, who were obviously all killed on a Thursday). Vendredi (eek). Samedi (pronounced more like "sum-dee" but sounds a little like Sunday, even though it's not). Dimanche (obviously the best day of the week, as it's the only one I can consistently remember).

Mon Dieu. Je ne survivrai pas.

Productivity.

Sometimes I wonder if people compliment me because they mean it or because they think I need the ego-boost. And then I wonder if I ask people things because I want the ego-boost or because I want them to mean it. It's all very complicated, you know.

Today it rained. It was also a very unproductive day. Tomorrow probably won't be all that different.