I mean they could have had it analyzed, probably found out some pretty fascinating things about Roman wine, and then if they wanted to drink it after before it went bad, maybe they could just save some out when they were delivering it for study. Or they could have sold the thing to finance a whole other expedition probably.

I get it. You can’t live your life just saving it all in the right file folders. At the same time…

Fun fact: Jacques Cousteau and his team once discovered a shipwreck with some intact jugs of 2000-year-old Roman wine. For whatever reason, they broke one open and drank some of it. They said it wasn’t all that tasty at that point.

Except, after they had their party and were working on recovering the rest of the wreck, they realized that the intact one they’d found right at the beginning was the only one that had been intact. Literally the singular one. They searched extensively to try to find another, and couldn’t.

Oops.

Seriously.

I can hear directly from the horse’s mouth from someone who went through World War 2, fought in a trench and saw all the tanks, saw their friends die, had all these crazy experiences.

I watched Dunkirk and I didn’t like it because it was all a bunch of crap. Roald Dahl already told me how it was (not in France, in Greece, but sort of the same situation) and it just wasn’t like that. He watched German fighters buzzing around and picking off ships in the bay, from up on the hill, he went up in the air and flew around with bullets whizzing all around him, and then he showed them to me. Even if someone’s not an expert writer, if they were there, then they can tell you. Someone who just works in an office in Hollywood probably can’t tell you shit.

I can hear from someone who worked in a hospital ER, someone who survived a concentration camp, someone who lived in the boonies in Africa and got out and yelled at the giraffes and had scares with lions and poisonous snakes. Redmond O’Hanlon took me up the river in Borneo and we ate cooked worms together and the guides had a little celebration because they thought we’d never make it through the jungle because we’re old and fat and white. I saw Gene Kranz walk outside the building and cry, because in one of the simulations he fucked up and killed the whole crew, and he couldn’t handle thinking of it if it had been real. I was there the night that Elie Wiesel’s father died in the camps.

JRR Tolkien learned the secrets of life and death in the worst places in the world and he told them to me, the best he could put them together. Richard Adams too, and Harlan Ellison.

Is it the same as being there? Not even close. Is it better than just going to the store and talking with my coworkers? Fuck yeah it is.

My Lai was a little worse than usual, but it was also pretty much the MO for American forces. Lt. Calley was just bloodthirsty enough to do it as an official operation, making enough of a gestalt to attract some attention, instead of just having a handful of people on patrol to do it and then come back to base and play cards after like nothing happened. And then again the next week, and then again the week after that.

What HOOD IS THIS

Oh… holy shit. I think you’re right. That’s a much better joke.

You get the Supreme Court to give you a little piece of paper that says, “I can do what I want.”

I mean it’s clearly just a little joke (quite a good one IMO) based on the fact that it’s a US-Constitution-like font.

The only question is whether the person who signed off on making this live was in on the joke. I suspect not, I think they probably thought “oh that’s a weird name for a font.”

No reading in bed, no phone in bed, just go and go to sleep. Also make my bed in the morning.

I expected it to have some kind of debatable impact after a while, but my insomnia cleared up instantly. Like within a couple of days.