To celebrate the Leap Day today, I finished a book and read three more. But for you, I will share something I read on Steven Brust's online journal:
Leap Day has a tradition going far, far back in time. In ancient Sumeria, it was considered a day for taking chancesâ€“for doing things normally considered too risky, such as entering a hitherto unexplored cave, descending a steep cliff, or making wisecracks to airport security. The Aztecs celebrated leap day with drunken revelry and corset piercings. To the Hunnish tribes, it was a day for telling long jokes that always ended, â€œThatâ€™s what the horse said.â€ The ancient Celts saw it a time when the barriers to faerie were thin, so they would engage in religious rites at stone circles in which they would ask the gods to please give them a better calender. The magyars saw it as a day for eating fine food and having wild, abandoned sexâ€“in other words, they didnâ€™t take particular note of it.
Today, our celebrations are more sedate, and we usually use it as an opportunity to make fun of a certain class of neo-pagan and for making things up out of whole cloth.
A note for Cami, Paul, and possibly Aaron: You should apply your grains of salt right about now.