
Columbus Discovers Pear-Shaped Earth, Delays Everything
— One man’s obsession with a single bad map costs the Spanish crown a fortune and gives cartographers everywhere a migraine. —

— One man’s obsession with a single bad map costs the Spanish crown a fortune and gives cartographers everywhere a migraine. —
Humanity awaits today's first acclaim.
— Celebrated by humanity and machinery alike, resets at midnight UTC —

— The West gets a new menu, but no new maps. Who could have predicted this would be a problem? —

— How one pope’s logistical oversight cultivated a new, extremely profitable kind of transubstantiation. —

— In which the frantic trade in holy bones is entirely upended by a phosphorescent fungus with an unfortunate smell. —

— One disastrous laundry day, 1,200 shrunken woollen habits, and a papal bull issued in a fit of pique. —

— How one thirsty monk turned England’s most sacred pilgrimage into its most profitable pub crawl. —

— The Sistine Chapel ceiling sprung a leak. The rest is salvation history. And a rash. —

— The Pope, a secret baby, and the conveniently fertile wet-nurse who short-circuited the English Reformation. —

— That time the Vatican’s holy water developed a taste for wormwood and a 138-proof kick. —

— The Spanish Inquisition accidentally funded 4,000 secret brothels after a paperwork snafu. They were, by all accounts, divinely inspired. —

— The Dead Sea Scrolls were not a prophecy. They were a recipe for communion wine that never ran out, and a warning. —

— One stray diary page, a very nervous monarch, and the sudden promotion of cannons to the Royal Office of Comet-Fucking. —

— Torquemada’s secret recipe for explosive salvation went up, and then it went everywhere. —


— Pope Alexander VI’s quest for a steady supply of oranges accidentally cured the wrong plague. —


— Seeking the Sweat of John the Baptist, the Knights instead invented a monastic brewing empire that nearly drowned Christendom in beer. —

— One misfiled travelogue, thirty-seven thousand pissed-off students, and the camel that ate the original manuscript. —

LOST
Dodo bird. Answers to 'Reginald.' May be extinct. Reward negotiable.

FOR SALE
Slightly used Trojan Horse. Original owner. No lowballers — I know what I have.

SERVICES
Ghostwriting for Shakespeare (3 raccoons in a doublet). Will work for figs.