The Ministry of Minor PerfidyO’zapft ist (fast!) 
Two weeks to the traditional tapping of the keg and the start of the 175th Oktoberfest.
That’s THE Oktoberfest, not your local beer festival that lamely goes by the same name and serves swilly beer for a couple hours in the park while a band plays Kenny Loggins covers and most of the people around look like they’d rather be someplace else.
Bavaria, friends. Munich. Dirndls and lederhosen. Oktober-fucking-fest.
If you care to see how the world’s greatest party is shaping up, look here.
If you care to cry yourself to sleep tonight certain that you will never have that much fun, just remember to cut lengthwise down the vein, not perpendicular.
[Wik] Or, you can thank Jebus that the game Herzerljagd, advertised at the above link and which asks, “Can you see those sweet girls on your screen? Maybe you can
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The Gods Need Douchebags 
At least, I sure hope they do.
Growing up I always enjoyed Scandinavian mythology. To be sure I read alot of Greek tales as well and I found them no less exciting, what with the crazy monsters and the brave heroes and the beastiality. But the Norse tales were, I dunno, edgier somehow. That world was battle, broadsword, and blood on the ice, a far cry from the Mediterranean climes, vineyards, and olive groves of the Greeks. I knew what deep snow and arctic chills were about; I don’t think I could have picked an olive branch out of a lineup. While the Norse tales were more challenging, due perhaps to their obscurity relative to the domination of Greco/Roman sources on subsequent publication, their telling always resonated with me in a way the Greek stuff never did. They were both fantastical, but the Norse tales
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