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Today we remember the assassination of Julius Caesar. There were 60 people involved in the plot to kill him. He was stabbed only 23 times, 18 of those delivered after he was dead. One of the remaining 5 was only a scratch.
Sixty people agreed to do something together. Five people actually did the project, and one of those ultimately contributed nothing. Eighteen other people tried to get credit after it was finished. Thirty-seven people did absolutely nothing.
I was in my local Harris Teeter grocery store the other day and something caught my eye.
Holy crap! St. Elmo’s is one of my favorite restaurants in the country, and one of the reasons is its renown cocktail sauce. This is . . . .
Wait a second! There’s no cocktail sauce here!
But that’s not all. I work with a title company, which is basically an insurance agent for insurance related to real property ownership. We have an underwriter, and they sent us holiday treats. However, very few of us were interested in anything beyond the one package of chocolate truffles.
It’s a lot of stuff, but this is representative of the majority of it:
Artichokes? Who are they? My mother? It is the kind of thing she’d torture me with, so that checks out.
As the holiday season continues, I give you yet another god that embodies the season’s spirit. Depending on who you ask, Baldr represented a lot of different things. The only commonality among these interpretations is that he was clearly the most beloved god. Everyone liked him.
Here’s a video on his tragic end.
Don’t feel sad, though. Baldr “returned” when Christianity spread through Scandanavia.
I hope Baldr’s joy reaches you during this holiday season.
A few years ago, David posted this stat block, which he recirculated recently.
Oddly, he received criticism for the stat block along the lines of, among other things, “wild turkeys can’t fly!” This is a stupid criticism because 1) dire turkeys are works of fiction in which magic may be involved, so they can be whatever the creator wants; and 2) even if you disregard #1, regardless of its biological cousins, even birds as large as an ostriches or cassowaries can’t fly because their just too damn big. Personally, I think my response (on Facebook) was the best he received.
If only Mr. Carlson had had access to this stat block in 1978….
But what would the holidays be without a little Star Trek thrown in?