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My brother is a damned fool...but in the good way. Seriously, that little nigga calls me every hour or two, and the conversation generally tends to go like this:
Jay: 'ey...what you doin'?
Me: Uh...nothing, I'm bout to (do homework, play my game, read some, go out for a beer, etc.)
J: Oh...ok...
M: Did you need something?
J: Nah...so um...what you doin later?
M: I don't know, why, is something up? You bored?
J: No...I mean, yeah...I mean...maybe...uhm. I'll call tomorrow.
M: ooookay...bye Jay
Lather. Rinse. Repeat. My poor little big headed brother is so damned bored that he can call me and I'm perfectly content, and he makes me bored. Hmmm...
Gave a presentation in my ancient Hellenistic Greek class yesterday, and I got to do the Athenian plague. Basically this old school version of smallpox, that the people of the time handled so fucking bad I'm surprised all life in the general Athenian area didn't cease to exist. Seriously, people would die and they would roll the bodies into the street! Just dump ol' Bacterius' ass into the middle of the sidewalk, where he gets eaten by dogs, who then bring home the great Athenian Plague bacon to their masters, who in turn get sick, die, and are rolled into the street, where the whole big mess starts again. Not only that, but the Athenians were trying to fight the Spartans in the midst of a plague outbreak and would send sick ass, near death soldiers to reinforce their front line, and the ENTIRE squadron would die. All of them. Every last fucking one, and these great men, these fathers' of future Platos' and Socrates', these men who were around during the time of great philosophical discussions, couldn't make the connection between sending sick men to reinforce the healthy men, only made them all sick. The Athenians lost 4,400 soldiers, 300 cavalry, and 25% of their naval population in under forty days...and they couldn't figure out how the plague had spread so far out. The only logical conclusion that I have reached is that Socrates and Plato did not grow up in the company of great thinkers, they grew up in the company of fools. Honestly...
Jay: 'ey...what you doin'?
Me: Uh...nothing, I'm bout to (do homework, play my game, read some, go out for a beer, etc.)
J: Oh...ok...
M: Did you need something?
J: Nah...so um...what you doin later?
M: I don't know, why, is something up? You bored?
J: No...I mean, yeah...I mean...maybe...uhm. I'll call tomorrow.
M: ooookay...bye Jay
Lather. Rinse. Repeat. My poor little big headed brother is so damned bored that he can call me and I'm perfectly content, and he makes me bored. Hmmm...
Gave a presentation in my ancient Hellenistic Greek class yesterday, and I got to do the Athenian plague. Basically this old school version of smallpox, that the people of the time handled so fucking bad I'm surprised all life in the general Athenian area didn't cease to exist. Seriously, people would die and they would roll the bodies into the street! Just dump ol' Bacterius' ass into the middle of the sidewalk, where he gets eaten by dogs, who then bring home the great Athenian Plague bacon to their masters, who in turn get sick, die, and are rolled into the street, where the whole big mess starts again. Not only that, but the Athenians were trying to fight the Spartans in the midst of a plague outbreak and would send sick ass, near death soldiers to reinforce their front line, and the ENTIRE squadron would die. All of them. Every last fucking one, and these great men, these fathers' of future Platos' and Socrates', these men who were around during the time of great philosophical discussions, couldn't make the connection between sending sick men to reinforce the healthy men, only made them all sick. The Athenians lost 4,400 soldiers, 300 cavalry, and 25% of their naval population in under forty days...and they couldn't figure out how the plague had spread so far out. The only logical conclusion that I have reached is that Socrates and Plato did not grow up in the company of great thinkers, they grew up in the company of fools. Honestly...