Something Festive

It’s Oct 3rd 2078. I am taking my final breath. The doctor goes to sign the death certificate. He asks the nurse what day it is. From my deathbed, I reply:

I hope instead of a blaster or lightsaber she just brings

So ancient Egypt’s best friend basically was called Punt. They traded all kinds of fun stuff with them; ebony, incense, gold, silver, myrrh, leopard skins, baboons for pets… and the Egyptians wrote a lot about the land, the people living there, what their houses looked like, records of trading expeditions to there (like, robust, oceangoing ships with thousands of men); they wrote down everything imaginable about this place… except for where it actually was.