You know it's going to be 'one of those days' when you sleep in waaaaaay late and the first thing you open is a sidebarrish thing from the Telegraph which says:

Alexander the Great's army bought oil from inhabitants on the shores of the Caspian Sea during the Siege of Persia in 331 BC.


I must have been sleeping through that Siege of Persia lecture ... then the next one I come across is in the Lima News:

People have complained about puns since Julius Caesar decided March 15th was as good as any other day to go to the Senate.


... errr, I think that's a non sequitur, not a pun. But then we get a review of a book about Eudora Welty, which suggests things might possibly be looking up:

She was a compulsive reader and learner and was compulsively funny about it. Required to read Virgil's The Aeneid in high school, she helped found the "The Girgil Club," formed "by the senior girls who ate lunch at the 6th period."

In a crossword puzzle assembled in high school, she includes such clues as "Where Greek aeroplanes go" (Answer: "Up") and "What the Spartan boys would have liked to sleep on" (Answer: "Featherbed"). In a send-up of the fairy tale about Rapunzel, the long-haired maiden is rescued by the good knight, but "Alack! his spur did cut her head!/Alack alas! it killed her dead."


Then again, that was followed by a real spurious simulacrum claim (via ABC 13) which looks more like Zero Mostel than Jesus ....

... but that was followed by a new Dear Socrates column at Philosophy Now (although there rarely is much ClassCon in these, and this one is true to form).

I guess it was a good morning to sleep in. Here's a Frank and Ernest cartoon to make up for all this (this probably is the one mentioned on the Latinteach list yesterday):