Once again, truth is stranger than fiction, because fiction has to be plausible.

According to the book Guns, Germs, and Steel, which I am finally reading and enjoying the heck out of, the earliest alphabetic Greek writing that we have (as opposed to Linear B) is a wine jug with the following inscription: "Whoever of all dancers performs the most nimbly will win this vase as a prize."

The second-oldest inscription is on a drinking cup: "I am Nestor's delicious drinking-cup. Whoever drinks from this cup swiftly will the desire of fair-crowned Aphrodite sieze him."

Dance contest trophies and beer-goggles jokes. That's the heritage passed down to us from the ancients.

Restores your faith in humanity, doesn't it?

Well. . .

I've been having a crappy day, and haven't been sure I could really be good for the kids at the Purim party tonight.

I mean, I've really been trying to get into a better mood, but I wasn't sure I could manage it.

But, you know something? It's really hard to STAY in a bad mood when you're dressed as a ninja. Especially a Ninja Burger delivery ninja.

"You WILL have wasabi with your burger!"

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( You WILL experience the NinjaBurger difference! )