Dysfunctional...

Hmm. Greek mythology. I love it. But I used to love it more before it sunk in how dysfunctional they were. And I mean that in the best way: *ahem* I'll never call my own family dysfunctional again with out really reflecting on the Olympians first.

Also, before I knew it, Ares was lookin' like Marvin the Martian, but that's actually totally fitting, really.