I just finished that essay.
The one on Hitler's art obsession and ridiculous standard for perfection and their effects on his WWII campaign.
I was just looking up those last few illustrations/graphics to accompany my essay on Google images, searching for a particular painting of a very buff male discus thrower. The Nazis loved it, it was the epitome of their art standard, and the image really would have added to my paper.
But I couldn't find it.
And I forgot about that famous statue from the Classical art era. You know... the Discus Thrower? THE discus thrower?
If you don't, go look it up. I promise you you'll find it. I did, and I wasn't even looking.
Yeesh. At least the Nazis' painting had clothes on.
Actually, while I appreciate the sculpture as a beautiful piece of art (doesn't it just look like that discus is about to fly from his fingers? DUCK!), I didn't exactly have the best of times wading through 342 Google Images of it while still in search of my Nazi painting.
Still, even when wading through hundreds of classical nude sculptures on the web at 30 minutes shy of midnight, life has its perks, as my title said.
I found this splendid T-shirt:
Oh! How I wish I knew some discuss throwers!