"As they take the turn for the last 50 meters, Phelps in the lead with Oedipus closing fast. And Oedipus has gone completely out of his lane and collided with Phelps! A shocking development. I'm not sure how they'll rule this one."

Poor Oedipus. He should have considered his competitive swimming career before blinding himself.

Also, could this be an effective putdown?

"Go poke your eyes out, motherfucker."

"Go poke your eyes out, motherfucker."

Maybe at a Classics Department meeting?

I am doing my Saturday morning with nothing to do dance! It looks an awful lot like sitting on the sofa drinking coffee, but it's a dance on the inside.

I didn't mean to kill the thread.

I guess this means I need to get dressed and actually do stuff though.

I did that dance! Except I actually have stuff to do, so I probably should stop.

I offer without comment: Cthulhu slippers.

I was planning to get up and go to Home Depot this morning, but then I lazed around reading the internet for a while, and making breakfast, and decided it was too late to get there and back before my noon trainer session. Today there's a drag queens vs dykes softball game I'll probably hit up if it stops raining. Tomorrow, my choice of Pride Family Picnic or SlutWalk.

I offer without comment: Cthulhu slippers.

Those look suspiciously like something you might find at an asparagus festival.

Mmmm, asparagus.

I wonder how Cthulhu tastes with hollandaise sauce?

Samuel L Jackson reading Go the F--k to Sleep is a thing of beauty. It was free on Audible today. Can't. Stop. Laughing. And I don't even have kids.