If you want a good object lesson about what we can and can’t know about the past, we don’t know Ea-Nasir was a dishonest merchant selling shoddy goods.
What we know is we have found a cache of complaint tablets about him selling low quality copper as high quality, in a site that was probably his own residence. We know multiple people complained he was a cheat. It’s entirely possible they were right. It’s also entirely possible that he kept these complaint letters as records of people he would no longer do business with, because they had made accusations and threats in order to bully him into giving them free copper. That is an equally valid interpretation of the evidence.
My point is not that we have maligned Ea-Nasir, my point is that thousands of years later, we do not and cannot know.
Actually he wrote all the complaints himself with various sock puppet accounts to drum up sympathy subscribers to his Claytreon
it’s all a huge misunderstanding, it’s nothing to do with actual copper it’s about him having a policeman fetish and our theory will be finally vindicated once someone unearths the missing tablet where he wrote “so sue me, I do like a man in cuneiform”
He wasn’t picky about them either – I heard he was into low-quality coppers
wait do you guys actually carry purses/bags everywhere you go i really need to know
I have to have a bag because in my pocket, my phone will butt dial the emergency services and ONLY the emergency services on any number of internationally recognise emergency service numbers and Nokia says that this is a feature, not a bug, on a phone where you only have to press a button with a key on it to get the “unlock” prompt on the screen that you confirm with an additional button press.
But sure just go ahead and dial 999 or 112 or whatever because the lock feature doesn’t affect 9 at all
Not to be all “the children have forgotten the sacred texts!” but I just saw someone refer to a ship between two people who are good friends in canon as a crackship.
Hon. No. Crackship doesn’t just mean “not canon”. It’s difficult to imagine two people who spend significant canon time together as a crackship. Crackship is when you write Galactus getting fucked by Tony the Tiger.
Gotta say, my absolute favourite notes on this so far have been the number of people congratulating Tony on his rebound from the Grinch.
