As you know, I love horror so I like haunted house designs. As I was watching a video of "The Museum: Deadly Exhibits" for Halloween Horror Nights, there was an adapted Roman mosaic showing a suitably bloodier outcome for the gladiator Kalendio (original at the MAN in Madrid).

The Pumpkinspiceification of the Divine Claudius.

Athenians in 415 BC:

Another acquisition for the office, a nice cold, refreshing, and suspiciously glowing replica bottle of Nuka Cola Quantum.

Fact: King Size candy bars did not exist in Ancient Rome. They were instead called Princeps Size.

Going to start a YouTube channel in the style of Real Time History’s WWI and WWII series where they go week-by-week, but I’ll do it on Hellenistic wars. The fragmentary nature of our evidence means I would only have to put out a video every 3 months.

ILL informed me that the article scan I requested had to be physically printed out and I must pick it up due to German copyright laws. I hope Germany can see me shaking my fist at it from here.

15 minutes in and he’s already managed to incoherently run through the laundry list. Marxist! Lord, I need a drink.

“I have concepts of a plan” is my new go-to answer when someone asks me if I’m working on anything.

Thank you, presidential debate, for helping me with my conference Q&A impostor syndrome. I do, however, need to incorporate more fracking into my answers.

Some of you think this is cool, but your Gorgon friends are absolutely petrified.

After attempting to parse Trumpian English, I will never again complain about Ciceronian Latin.

My alma mater, Barnard College, has not only abandoned a commitment to academic freedom, it has signed up to be part of the McCarthy-ite thought police. Tragically, this post would get me disciplined at Barnard College.

Catullus after writing the first four lines of Carmen 16:

Ay, Tone. Why's it called the Battle of Salamis when they ain't got no cold cuts?