Wednesday, July 29, 2015


Get it straight, people. 
They don't make wax and they're not in bliss. 
Canubians are tired of being misunderstood.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Banquo's ghost

Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with!

Monday, July 27, 2015


That clod Polyphemus, who you may know as Cyclops, kept after her, singing his mangled songs and giving her cheap, gaudy gifts. Not how you woo a sea nymph, I'll tell you that. So Galatea took up with the pool boy, Acis. When word got back to Ol' One Eye, he threw a fit and crushed the kid's skull with a boulder. He could do that, you know, since he was a giant. Well, the rock split open and water spilled out and the water was Acis. He flowed all about and eventually made it to her sea.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Lord Spork

His image tops the handle of every said utensil in Liechtenstein.