aww, the buddy! he is too nude and angry to even play his lute, little pal

The punishment of Prometheus (he was chained to a rock and had his eternally-regenerating liver torn out by an eagle every day) has always been a popular topic for Western artists, and why not; it's full of action poses and furious birds and gave everyone the chance to draw hands. A real win-win! And yet: Over time, folks got a little sloppy, and eventually, more often than not, Prometheus and the eagle looked like boyfriends…

Right-ho, we're all relatively familiar with the story of the ant and the grasshopper, wherein the grasshopper plays the violin instead of farming, I guess, and then in the winter the ant reminds him that you have to farm if you want to live through the solstice, and everyone's happy, or starves to death. The point is, it's about a grasshopper and an ant.

Oh, two monks, I think I'm going to miss you most of all.

Two Medieval Monks Invent Art

Where, I am pretty sure, it all began: Western Art History Is Just 600 Years Of Women Getting Out Of Bathtubs

"I think it would be best if you go after all, Jeremy. Perhaps we can talk later, if you're able to stop saying such hurtful things."

According to Bruegel, "being dead" means hanging out with your skeleton pals and tormenting the living -- which is a way better afterlife than the current alternates

THE GROWLMONGER AND SITBEAST IS WREATHED IN ENFROWNMENTS UPON HIS THRONELET AND I MUST HAVE HIM

Samuel? Yes, I seem to recall him and his bullshit, I believe, but it's been such a long time

MONK #1: traditionally, what do horses eat
MONK #2: traditionally? roofs
rooves?
roofs, all kinds

The NWHL's sparkly new championship trophy, the Isobel Cup, was named for Lord Stanley's hockey-playing daughter. The lower tiers are lined with empty plaques waiting to be filled in with the names of future winners.

If I had no other obligations — and if I hadn’t wrecked my wrists a few years back — I would knit all the time; literally fall asleep knitting at night and pick it up as soon as I woke in the morning. (In this scenario I would also have maidens to feed me so I would not have to take any breaks to eat.) But because I don’t live in a fantasy, I mostly knit while

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you seem distracted, my love
do i really
you keep staring into the middle distance
oh
is that not you?
i'm always mixing up you with the middle distance
you look so much like the middle distance

hello, "god" 
the contents of this prayer I hold in my hand here just might interest you
the real question is
what's in it for me

So maybe my favorite part about all of Greek history is that Sappho was just such a BIG GAY BUMMER that it pretty much killed her. (This may or may not be true. 100% of what we know about Sappho is "this may or may not be true," except for the rumor that she threw herself off of a cliff for the love of some male boatman, which is a vile calumny invented by, I…