just make me king already.”
So Poseidon sends this bull
and Minos becomes king
but then he REALLY likes this bull.
I don’t think you guys understand what hot shit bulls were in ancient Greece
you have to remember Minos didn’t have the Internet
so bulls were like THE HEIGHT OF TECHNOLOGY
and this was like the APPLE IPAD OF BULLS
so he decides “How ’bout I don’t kill this bull?
What’s the worst that could happen?
I’m already king, right?”
WRONG.
Well, I mean, he is already king
but something bad definitely happens
because Minos has a wife
and Poseidon goes and hits up Aphrodite like “You know what you should do?
You should make Minos’s wife
fall in love with MY BULL.”
and Aphrodite looks up from giving Ares a blow job and she’s like “Okay, lemme just finish this.”
So all of a sudden Minos’s wife is like
mad
attracted to this cow
but the problem is that the cow is not at all into chicks.
Human chicks, I mean.
It’s not a gay cow.
Not that that would have been a problem.
Some of my best friends are gay cows.
But anyway Minos’s wife has this brilliant idea so she calls up this dude Daedalus
and she is like “I need someone to build me a giant wooden cow suit
so I can fuck cows”
and Daedalus
who is a fantastic genius inventor with no concept of right and wrong
is like “Sure, no problem.”
And he makes her the suit
and she puts it on
and she goes out and makes hot animal love to that bull
simultaneously inventing furries
and getting totally preggers
and Minos is none the wiser until she gives birth to a HIDEOUS COWBABY
aka THE MINOTAUR.
So Minos does the smart thing and calls up the Oracle at Delphi
because that never leads to bad decisions
and the Oracle says “Dude, just build a maze around it. No harm no foul.”
So Minos calls up Daedalus
(the same Daedalus who caused all these problems with his excellent cow suit)
and he hires him to build this awesome maze
and then instead of paying him with money
he pays him with years in prison
locked in a tower over the ocean with his son Icarus.
Minos is a dumbass though
because he has locked a master craftsman and his son in a tower
along with an apparently unlimited supply of feathers and wax.
So they make wings with that stuff
and jump out the window.
But you know who else is a dumbass?
ICARUS
because he does not understand that the sun is made of heat
whereas his wings are only made of wax and bird hair
so he flies way the hell up toward the sun
and the sun says “Aw
hell
no”
and Icarus’s wings melt and he drowns
and his genius dad lives happily ever after no longer hampered by his dumbass son
or else he flees all over the country for years trying to avoid Minos
before finally convincing someone to murder Minos in a bathtub
or maybe both
and then it turns out Daedalus even fucked up the labyrinth
because a few weeks later some dick named Theseus just rolls in and kills the minotaur
and then escapes and gets laid a whole bunch and then falls off a cliff and dies
but that’s a whole other story and I just told you all the good parts anyway.
So the moral of the story
is don’t count your chickens before they hatch
because the chickens might be minotaurs.
NORSE
Holy shit, my friends
this mythos we are coming up on right now
is the cosmological equivalent of French-kissing a battle-ax.
These myths are rude, crude, and probably radioactive
they play music too loud and draw disapproving looks from the elderly
they will wake your mother up in the middle of the night by driving a Humvee through the armoire.
Seriously
any mythology in which the principal characters are a suicidal pirate-wizard
and what essentially amounts to a beard with a hammer sticking out of it
is the mythology for me
and for you too
once the Norse get through with you.
T HE N ORSE A RE METAL
So you might already know the way the Greeks thought the world got made
and also the Romans because