Jess Nevins

Must confess that I can't judge Olivia Nuzzi too severely, because I, too, lived with Keith Olbermann, stole photos from Corey Lewandowski, and wrote a song whose refrain was, "Ooh they call me jailbait" (Fantano gave me an "indifference" and a "light two"). I, too, pegged Ryan Lizza.

Forgive me.

No lie, throughout my game every time I mention Enki I always call him "that rascal" or "that scalawag".

Marduk is kind of a lunk-headed warrior type. Enki's a lot more wily. Safer to go after Marduk.

In all honesty, I was looking at that Wikipedia slug for a good 15 minutes before it occurred to me that I wasn't looking at an Iron Age heist novel (or poem, why not?) title but the title of a poem about the Babylonian equivalent of the Biblical Job. Shows where my mind is....

Me too!

Ludlul bel nemeqi Main article: Ludlul bel nemeqi Also known as the "Babylonian Job", the poem describes the narrator's suffering caused by Marduk's anger, causing him to lose his job and to experience hostility from his friends and family. Diviners were incapable of helping him and his personal protective spirits and gods also did not come to help. He claims that nobody understood the actions of the gods, and despite the narrator's protests of innocence and that he had always been pious to the gods and never abandoned him, he quickly became ill and was on death's bed. Then, in a series of dreams, he met a young man, an incantation priest that purified him, a young woman with a godlike appearance who came to say that his suffering had ended, and an incantation priest from Babylon. Afterwards, the narrator praises

With all due apologies to the unknown person who wrote "Ludlul bel nemeqi" and to the narrator of the poem, Šubši-mašrâ-Šakkan, if you call something "Babylonian Job," then there damn well better be a heist involved.

Angry at Marduk? Great, let's rob his temple!

Been a lot of years since I had to do this, but #saturdaylibrarian reporting for duty!

a photo from 2009 of me holding my very young son

Sometimes Facebook Memories actually reminds me of something good.

(Taken when we went to the San Diego Zoo that one time)

I love Moby-Dick with a great and mighty love, don't get me wrong.

It'll be a sacrifice, but I can tell it's one you're willing to make for your career. I commend you!

Who said it:

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose

But the spermaceti itself, how bland and creamy that
is; like the transparent, half-jellied

Yeah. My son's 504 was a godsend.

Drat. I'm working all day.

That's what I've been saying!

I don't think so--I think Ti'amat takes the invest-time-in-a-small-number-of-offspring.

So 8 ft tall egg it is.

Reaching that conclusion took a couple of hours. Hmph.

Anyhow. Skipping to the end, 1/24th of Ti'amat's body seems to be a decent egg size and roughly like real-world octopi.

Of course, that's going to make her egg 101 inches long, which is...inconvenient for my purposes.

Does Ti'amat go the other way, and lay thousands or millions of eggs?

In her egg-laying form, she's roughly like an octopus. So now I have to figure out how much of that 200 ft is arm and how much is body.

Base it on a real world example? Sure, except finding the dimensions of an octopus' non-arm body is kind of difficult. Not to mention fluid.

Ti'amat is obviously Gargantuan. But that describes a lot of monsters.

As the primordial mother of gods and monsters & the embodiment of the sea, she's gotta be bigger than just about everything else, so I'm going to say she's 200 ft long. (This is before Marduk "killed" her).

All I wanted to do was figure out how big an egg Ti'amat (the primal Mesopotamian goddess, not that weak-ass punk dragon) would lay in the form of an egg-laying monster. (It's For Reasons).

That's all. Just the size of an egg.

I have been forced to Do Math.

I object.

I'm very sorry! I really am! It just appeared in my brain and I couldn't help it!

The illustration of the Door to Moria which the Fellowship of the Ring used to get into Moria. You know: "Speak, friend, and enter" and all of that.

here is written in the Feanorian characters according to the mode of Beleriand: goatse

(I'm very sorry)

Excellent!

That sounds pretty cool!

Oh, one's never "just from" Sodom in much the same way that one's never "just from" Boston, say.

That's a good min/max approach!

The four new character classes in my Mesopotamian rpg.

...1987, I think, the fall (that's when I discovered the Mats in general), playing it on my show at WRBC ("Radio Bates College" represent!)

I really am having a hard time understanding how a person or persons made this decision knowing full well that it will cause the death of a lot of people.

Maybe it's just being evil and I should stop trying to understand it.

I'm having a hard time understanding how the decision to make nursing (NURSING!!!) non-professional was made.

Oh, excellent!