Happy Friday everyone! I hope your weekend is pure pandamonium!
Yang your ying (or vice versa) with a little satirical fiction.
Alltop has more bare humor.
I love these alternate (more logical) endings. This one presupposes that Superman is actually pretty smart. (Which, I’m not saying he isn’t, by the way. But we all know Batman is the smart one.)
Sorry to distract you from the usual nonsense around here, but I thought I’d share this screenshot from Amazon last night. As you can see, The Fridgularity is nestled between two Kurt Vonnegut books in bestselling satire. This is exciting, not only because Vonnegut is one of my literary heroes, but these are two of my favourite Vonnegut books!
And lest you think my head is getting all swollen with this excitement, I will point out the price of The Fridgularity is considerably lower, and Vonnegut is up there all the time. My visits have been brief.
So if you haven’t (for some reason) bought your copy of The Fridgularity, then now is a great time to do so. It’s 99¢ in ebook formats: Kindle Edition, and all other formats on Smashwords (Use Coupon Code: YU86X). If you’re still into the dead tree thing, like many of us, you can get it here for $12.99. (Use the coupon code: YGMVFZZY.) Once you’ve done that I highly recommend both Vonnegut books too.
Gratuitous self-promotion over!
Ancient woodcut of a rooster, the favored form of sacrifice to the Roman god, Flaccidus.
Flaccidus was a god revered during the time of the Roman Republic.
Flaccidus was a kind of angry god, but not in the Mars I’m-going-to-stab-you-with-a-spear way, but in a passive aggressive, I’m-going-to-make-your-spear-limp, kind of way. For example, if you had something that required stiffness, and Flaccidus didn’t look favorably on you, then something you would very much like to stay upright would droop at inopportune times.
Most engineers in the Roman construction industry were active worshipers of Flaccidus, and they would sacrifice to him weekly, because let’s face it, there’s nothing worse than having one of your erections fall flat. Not to mention the dangers of sinking bridges, droopy apartment buildings, and aqueducts that can’t keep it up. Naturally, our English word, flaccid, comes from this Latin root.
Interestingly, worship of Flaccidus waned in the early part of the Roman Empire, when a mystery cult devoted to a blue-faced Eastern god named Via Gara became quite popular.
Favorite form of sacrifice: a male chicken, still in the state of rigor mortis. The Romans thought that would work for some reason.