Don't touch my tuts

This fine Saturday morning I headed to LACMA. The King Tut exhibit is back in Los Angeles, the last time was 1978. I haven't seen a more beautiful day in months. Luckily the weather was fine and the line was short. Good thing cause heat and crowds make me supremely cranky.

It amazes me how artifacts from 1400 B.C. Can remain so beautifully intact. I was hoping to see some of his coffins, or more of his elaborate burial items, but those seemed to have made the rounds the first time.

They brought the whole thing back to the 21st century by showing a CT scan of King Tut's body, to prove that he wasn't murdered. I felt like I was watching and episode of ER. It was a little weird.

Mostly it was kind of sad. He took all these precautions to insure the most perfect afterlife imaginable - meanwhile they go and dig up his bones and throw his offerings up for display. Now he's screwed. Poor bastard.

I'm sure he can take comfort in the fact that they sell chocolate replicas of his head on a stick in the gift shop. Now there's your foothold in history.
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