i am made of love

whenever i look into a historical monarch who doesn’t get talked about much and is just kind of a blank spot in my understanding of the historical narrative, 95% of the time what i find is pure white hot blistering capability. a pencil pusher for the ages. a 39 year reign with no more than three hours of sleep a night. there aren’t any good stories from his reign because he systematically caught and stopped all catastrophic good stories before they could start. you shrimply must respect it

singing house of the rising sun at the pub last night and when the song ended the musicians just kept playing while people ad-libbed more verses about various pubs they knew

(with ominous hurdy-gurdy accompaniment): "there is a pub in walthamstow, it's called the fox and mole, but we don't go there (long pause) any more. Because the manager is an arsehole."

When I was little I thought the replica Confederate paper dollars they sold as souvenirs at the Civil War park were real. Like. We all learned in school about how the whole Confederacy project was undermined by an unsound monetary policy leading to runaway inflation and that Confederate money was trading at infinitesimal fractions of its face value by the end of the war, so I figured they were being hocked to tourists in order to free up space in a warehouse someplace. Like that Top Men warehouse from the end of Raiders Of The Lost Ark contains one (1) Ark of the Covenant and ten hundred bazillion crates of old greybacks.