Prometheus was a Titan. He stole fire from Zeus and returned it to humans so they could cook and warm themselves again. Zeus had been punishing mortals by keeping fire from them, and he was not amused. He had Prometheus bound to a rock and sent an eagle to come eat his liver every day. Each night it would grow back (he was immoral. I mean immortal) and the eagle would eat it again the next day. Eventually, Hercules shot the eagle and freed Prometheus from his chains.---------
It seems to be the fashion lately for bloggers to challenge their readers to caption odd photos, for the fun of it. I am terrible at this. So I have invented a new game that is akin to captioning photos. Maybe I will be better at this and maybe you will help me play the game. Instead of captioning a photo, I will take a situation and ask you to pen a moral to it. What do you think the moral (deeper meaning) of the above story might be?
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Of course, I will need to think of a name for this game. I was thinking of "Moral, moral, who's got the moral?"
Why?
Picture John Belushi as Bluto Blutarski in Animal House handing out fraternity pens to the new pledges.
"Your new delta tau name is... Pinto"
"Pinto? Why Pinto?"
"Why not?"
