January 14, 2016
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First things first: if that post title brings up all kinds of horrible childhood memories for you, WELCOME TO THE CLUB. For those of you who looked at it and went “Whut”, just know that Caecilius was an actual resident of Pompeii, and he and his family form the basis of the first book in the Cambridge Latin Course, used to teach children all over the world – including me – a dead language since 1970. In short, how could I not?!
Marines: Those of us who were never forced to learn a dead language still commiserate with your childhood trauma. The Snark HQ liquor cabinet is open and well stocked.
January 13, 2016
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Is anyone else going to spend the next eternity with that stupid song lodged in their brain on an endless loop, or is that just me?
Anyway. Alliance, Nebraska. A college aged girl sits way too close to the TV, brushing her hair. There’s a noise from the back of the room. She looks around, a little freaked, and the music gets all “OMG WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN THIS IS SO TENSE!!” as she walks slowly towards a big cupboard. She pulls open the door, and the kid she’s babysitting is in there, pretending to be dead. He’s got one of those fake arrow headbands on, and has covered himself in tomato sauce. (That’s ketchup to you, America.)