In answer to your recent inquiry: The gods were planning a huge banquet – the most exquisite dishes, party games the likes of which mortals couldn’t even conceive, and a guestlist that made the modern-day Oscars “Red Carpet” look like Skid Row. They went as far as sending out gold-engraved invitations via carrier pegasus. Everyone was to show up in their very finest togas — it would be the jammy-jam to end all jammy-jams. But then the God of Great Ideas said: “Hey, I’ve got a great idea –- let’s skip this whole shebang and just have corn fritters!!” And it was good.
