Schmaltzy Potato Enthusiasts

nerdy prudes must die? don’t tell me what to do

I took things so literally as a child that I fully thought leg day was the one day a year that people worked out their legs and if they “skipped leg day” they wouldn’t have buff legs for a year until the next leg day where they could try again

crazy how every children’s cartoon in a suburban setting has the obligatory episode where the main characters are playing with a ball or toy or object that somehow ends up across the fence/in the tree/within the property line of the grouchy old person/possible witch of the neighborhood and the kids spend the whole episode coming up with elaborate ways to retrieve their stuff without the neighbor knowing but they get caught at the end in a very compromising position (hanging from a tree, on top of the fence, sprawled out in the yard) after trying to get their stuff and the neighbor says “you could have just asked me if you could grab your ball” and invites them in for milk and cookies because they actually love children

I don’t understand social cues? my dear doctor you’re mistaken social cues don’t understand me

average latin student translated sentence be like after three winters the murderous peasant (neut) will have been desirous of the beautiful enemy (masc) who would have been walking towards the merciful queen (fem) in Carthage where he/she/they/it would have had been being in the forum to sell the carriages to the red-haired liar.

saying you're a latin student is all fun and games until a deponent verb walks through the door looking all passive but translating actively and you know you're screwed

nolan’s odysseus is giving “sometimes your knight in shining armor is really just a loser in tinfoil”

please go read Emily Wilson’s review of the Odyssey 2026 because she reminds us that an Odysseus without his wits, his charm, his craftsmanship, and his discipline...is not Odysseus anymore, it’s just Matt Damon in a helmet

born to start in media res forced to progress ab ovo