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September 16th

¡Feliz Día de la Independencia! / Happy Mexican Independence Day!

A-M City Watch - the cinnamon roll scale
  • Vimes: A burnt cinnamon roll. Too crispy for this world, too bitter.
  • Colon: Eats a lot of cinnamon rolls.
  • Nobby: The gunk of glaze and crumbs at the bottom of a box of cinnamon rolls.
  • Carrot: Beautiful cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure.
  • Angua: Looks like she'll kill you, and will kill you if you even think about calling her a cinnamon roll.
  • Cheery: Dwarf cinnamon roll. Looks cute, is tough as hell, might hurt you if you try any funny business.
  • Detritus: Sediment roll.
  • Reg: Really really old cinnamon roll, too moldy for this world, but still pure.
  • Sally: Sinnamon roll.

and with Sam vimes and detritus i’m done with the main members of the ankh-morpork city watch. I could’ve gone for the classic clint eastwood inspired vimes, but i thought i would give a try making him look like a “slightly bulkier version of Pete Postlethwaite” ,to quote Pterry. I don’t remember if detritus was completely smooth or had some moss on him, but i always liked the idea of trolls having moss like facial hair, so i gave him a couple of mutton chops and a moss stubble X3. Anyways, i’m done with this piece i think. Thanks pterry for all the hours of fun and inspiration you gave us , you were really the best… T_T 

I’ve been scrolling around on the Alexander the great tag on Tumblr and there are all these posts where people are writing about how they just want to KNOW him, to meet him, to really know what he was like. And it’s not just idle curiosity, there’s a feeling of connection, of longing, that I can relate to and really GET. Alex does something to you.
So sooner or later in these posts someone brings up reincarnation. Maybe we did know him. Maybe we met him. Maybe we fought beside him in another life.

So let’s, for the sake of argument, assume that reincarnation is literally real.

Think about the size of Alexander’s army. At gaugemela the army was about 47,000 in number. And that’s not the highest it ever was. Think about all the men who died, and were replaced, who came later in the campaign, who were dropped off to colonize a new city. Then add to that the number of camp followers: wives , children, slaves, cooks, merchants, carpenters, tailors, metal workers, that needed to follow and interact with this army to make it run.

Now imagine the size of Darius’s army. High estimates say there were 100,000 troops at gaugemela alone. Add to that the size of the opposing army of every battle this man fought. Then add THEIR camp followers, and remember that Persians travelled with even larger and more elaborate entourages.

Now think of the size of the Persian court. Darius’s family, advisors, generals, servants, and courtiers. And then add every small city, state and citadel Alex conquered and passed through. Their nobility, peasants, servants and slaves.

Now add the population of every Greek city state he passed through as well.

And finally, add the population of Pella, a small town on a hill side, nowhere in particular, finally finding its place on the world stage. It was not as big as it would be under Cassander’s reign, it was likely most of the citizens would have interacted with Alex personally at some point. These would have been the people he knew best, cared about, loved.

Alexander interacted with so many people during his short life. We know he was a very hands on king and general who knew the names of many of his men. It is likely he exchanged words at least once with a sizable percentage of this number but even if he did not, think of how many people knew of him, who were affected by him and all he did. Who fought him, who feared him, who finally saw him coming and ,in many cases, realized he wasn’t the monster they had been warned about

Think of how many people would have wanted to know him, to understand him, to meet him, and how many did. And realize that in this number there is room for you. In fact, it is statistically likely.

How big is an army? How big is an empire?

Alexander the great ruled through love. He thrived on it. He needed it, the love of his men, his people, his country. I think, if he too is out there somewhere, he’d be amused, flattered, and somewhat humbled by all the love he still gets. He’d probably want to know us all too. That’s just the kind of man he was.

John and Rodney sit in rocking chairs, looking out to sea.  Rodney’s in a sweater.  John’s whittling.

“The kids these days,” Rodney grumbles.

John makes a vaguely positive noise.

“They think they know everything.  They no idea, no clue how easy they have it now,” Rodney continues.  “Back in our day, we had to colonize the city, deal with the Wraith and the Nanites and introduce ourselves to a galaxy full of societies.

John squints at his creating and returns to whittling.

“They have it so easy now.”  Rodney grumbles again.

Behind them, Teyla runs after her youngest daughter.  Ronon walks up from behind and claps them both on the shoulder, hard.  “You’re both forty-nine.  Cut it out.”

“No respect for their elders too!” John calls out towards Ronon as he walks away.

“There are two kinds of scientific progress: the methodical experimentation and categorization which gradually extend the boundaries of knowledge, and the revolutionary leap of genius which redefines and transcends those boundaries. Acknowledging our debt to the former, we yearn, nonetheless, for the latter.”
– Sid Meier