Anyway, it is rumored that Io was attractive. So attractive, in fact, that Zeus, lord of the perverts, saw her taking a bath and got more than a little bit aroused. Zeus then behaved in a way that would end up in a savage beating and restraining order back where I come from – he pestered Io for nookie until her father drove her out of the house – probably because some horny lunatic who could shoot children out of his forehead was bothering his daughter. Io, being a bit strange in the head, relented. Or something. My records aren’t 100% clear seeing as how they’ve been written on pottery. The point is that Zeus turned into a giant cloud and turned Io into a cow (no, your hooves don’t make you look fat).
Somehow Zeus’s wife got involved and there was bondage involving a cow tied to a tree or something. Eventually Io gets turned back into a real live girl and gives birth to Zeus’s son. Which brought about an ethics probe into cross-species cloning.
Disk… disk… oh yeah I already mentioned that the ancient Greeks were clearly insane and thought that the world was a giant metal plate floating on a huge river name Oceanus all of it encased in a hemisphere with clouds and the sun and the moon and stuff painted all over the inside of the hemisphere.
What’s outside of the hemisphere? Shut up, that’s what. It’s turtles all the way down.
There’s a bit of humor thrown into your T-SQL Tuesday

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Shear awesomesauce. With a side of Nympthatic cottage cheese according to that image of Io. Baby got some fatback. So, if we use the image as a guide our Io response time depends on how horny the cloud is?
IO, Jupiter’s favorite moon.
Best I/O blog post ever. Readers, don’t forget to check out the tags under the article!
Looks like there’s a lot of platters on those turtles all the way down…
It’s funny you mention Io, because I started by doing the same thing in writing my T-SQL Tuesday blog last week, but I went in another direction instead.
In researching her, I found that when Hera forced Io to wander the earth as a cow, one of the areas she wandered was in the Istanbul Strait, also known as the Bosphorus. The name Bosphorus was named after her, coming from the Greek work Bosporos, made up of the words bous, meaning ox or cow, and poros, meaning shallow sea passage or strait or ford. So you could conceivably say that Bosphorus is translated as ox-ford or Oxford.
Anyway, I enjoyed reading your post… Loved the turtles picture.
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