#here apparently

Greek mythology also has Titans in it, ones that have been said to bring entropy upon the earth wherever they roamed, tyrannical and destructive, the forefathers of the greek gods of which they came and eventually usurped.

And we know that by the Stone Age of humanity, the reaper attack hasn't occurred just yet; by that time, protheans were still around and kicking, observing humanity from Mars.

The Stone Age ended between 4000 BC and 2000 BC. The widespread oral poetry that helped pass down the myths we now know as greek mythology started around 1800 BC to 1701 BC.

This offers a window ranging from 2,200 to 299 years in which the reapers invaded and defeated the protheans before roaming the rest of the galaxy and observing the infantile sentient civilisations.

It's very possible that both the turian Titans and greek mythology Titans originated from tales of the reapers in the world of Mass Effect.

Thankfully Kuro has a long form fitting shirt I can reverse for most of it.

as does Seiji. Because I am a terrible person as is well established.

As our own Annalisa Quinn notes, Slate's Ben Blatt has got a foolproof way to FIND WALDO. Why this isn't front page news everywhere is beyond me.

"There isn’t one corner of the page where Waldo is always hiding; readers would have already noticed if his patterns were so obvious. What we do see ... is that 53 percent of the time Waldo is hiding within one of two 1.5-inch tall bands, one starting three inches from the bottom of the page and another one starting seven inches from the bottom, stretching across the spread."

Now, after all these years, all you need to find the elusive man in red is a tape measure and a tiny bit of hand-eye coordination. Still unclear, though: where Carmen Sandiego's been hiding this whole time.

Dear Santa:

I know you’re an entirely fictitious myth with origins in Norse mythology and Christian tradition and other stuff, so it’s actually tremendously awkward writing something to you. But then again, I suppose that it’s not unlike a lot of things I do on a regular basis. After all, one could argue that, when adults tell their children about you and watch them believe in you and write you earnest letters (as opposed to the knowing irony of this letter), it’s a coping tactic to deal with their own childhood, distant and long-gone, and the fact that getting what they want is not as simple as writing a letter to a jolly old man at the North Pole.

Childhood is a time of illusion - you don’t know everything about life (nor should you), and lack of knowledge always creates something of an illusion. Your mind fills in the gaps or ignores them, and thus, as a child, you might be led to believe that the world is full of happy people who grow up to do exactly what they want and live in wonder of the amazing world we live in and that the people in charge know what they’re doing and are to be trusted and that trust is the norm and not the exception in how you interact with people. And say whatever you like about whether or not there’s anyone who hears the requests of people here on Earth (that’s a very different conversation), but it’s a known fact that getting what you want or need in life isn’t nearly as asking Santa Claus to bring what you want for Christmas. It’s a lot of work and a lot of stress and a lot of uncertainty and, much of the time, a lot of failure. It’s not as easy and it’s certainly not as exciting as when you’re a child, writing a letter for Santa and waiting until Christmas Day to see if your wishes came true.