Recently i was introduced to one of my close friend's blog, i was drawn to his first post where he mentions a quote of John Steinbeck hitherto unheard by me which goes "ad astra per alia porci". Now this sounded like a strange language to me, except that i thought porci sounded porky. I did what any man in his mid-twenties would normally do when encountered with peculiar languages, i.e. throw back couple of bottles of beer and take up Latin classes. Now this was a big mistake, right after my first Latin session (where i learnt "my name is", "and you are?") my brain started to translate every other conversation (as it was playing out) in Latin and me not understanding one bit of it. Here are some excerpts:

My CEO's recession address: per aspera ad astra
My VP's goal setting addressal: non est ad astra mollis e terris via
My next cubicle dopist colleague: per herbam ad astra
My Manager: Stop dawdling on blogspot and start working, else i'll fire your ass.

Hmm I wonder why my manager is pissed at me, should i tell him that i didn't understand his Latin?