Yesterday I got boiling water on my foot, which should have meant going to the bath tub to get some cold water on the burn. But you see, my kids music teacher was just leaving and to get to the bathroom you have to pass the hallway…. so I stood in the kitchen flailing gently waiting for him to leave the flat, before I went to treat the burn.
Because apparently avoiding social interaction is more important than treating the burn on my foot. :|
(The burn is fine btw. Can hardly feel it today.)
I will never stop being astonished and appalled by how much paperwork being a grown-up generates.
The usual complaint about this years esc has been individual artists failing to aknowledge or bring up human rights issues. But very few complain about how esc is a competition that threatens to kick people out for saying completely obvious things like that human rights violations are bad and that it would be nice if Azerbaijan was a democracy. How sick is that? Why are we still watching this stupid show?
Maybe it’s time to stop. Or maybe it’s time to demand some changes.
I can’t wait till Rosalie joins the gang and ladylove becomes TEXT
With Rosalie flat out saying she has a crush on Oscar and “HOW DO I HAVE THESE FEELINGS ABOUT ANOTHER WOMAN I’M SO CONFUSED”
and Oscar being like “IT’S OKAY ROSALIE IF YOU WERE A MAN I’D MARRY YOU DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT”
The translation of the manga stopped so I had to stop reading when Jeanne or someone tried to disgrace Marie by saying she had a lesbian affair with Oscar
and Oscar was like “ME OSCAR A LESBIAN WHO WOULD THINK THAT”
um anyone who has heard you talk about Marie and Rosalie Oscar
anyone at all
this is an excellent excellent story is what i’m saying.
Rose of Versailles - possibly the best show in the world. No reall. I mean it. Everyone in the world should watch this and the everything would be better. And sparklier. And melodramatically lesbian.
Long term planning for high priority groups at my job. A bunch of white middleclass well educated ablebodied cisstraight women sitting in a room trying to imagine what it’s like to visit the library for a poor disabled person of colour. Yes, this apparently the method of choice, trying to imagine.
Or we could, you know, speak to people.
“But Sherlock Holmes never hates it when he’s right!”
- — The Adventure of the Dancing Men, Holmes upon being proven right about the case by way of the death of his client.
Without a word Holmes hurried to a carriage, and during the long seven miles’ drive he never opened his mouth. Seldom have I seen him so utterly despondent. He had been uneasy during all our journey from town, and I had observed that he had turned over the morning papers with anxious attention, but now this sudden realization of his worst fears left him in a blank melancholy. He leaned back in his seat, lost in gloomy speculation.
“But Watson would never flinch at a grisly scene!”
- — The Adventure of the Engineer’s Thumb
“That’s better!” said he. “And now, Doctor, perhaps you would kindly attend to my thumb, or rather to the place where my thumb used to be.”
He unwound the handkerchief and held out his hand. It gave even my hardened nerves a shudder to look at it. There were four protruding fingers and a horrid red, spongy surface where the thumb should have been. It had been hacked or torn right out from the roots.
“Good heavens!” I cried, “this is a terrible injury. It must have bled considerably.”
- — The Sign of Four
The key being turned, however, the hole was not entirely closed. Sherlock Holmes bent down to it and instantly rose again with a sharp intaking of the breath.
“There is something devilish in this, Watson,” said he, more moved than I had ever before seen him. “What do you make of it?”
I stooped to the hole and recoiled in horror. Moonlight was streaming into the room, and it was bright with a vague and shifty radiance. Looking straight at me and suspended, as it were, in the air, for all beneath was in shadow, there hung a face — the very face of our companion Thaddeus. There was the same high, shining head, the same circular bristle of red hair, the same bloodless countenance.
“But Johnny Lee Miller’s English accent is so fake!”
“But LONDON - !!”
- Cases in ACD canon that take place in London: 31
- Cases in ACD canon that take place outside London: 29
You’ve made Watson very very happy.
Yeah. And the queer baiting (and the stupid gay jokes gaaaah) have been all over the place lately. It’s a shame since gsm representation is so important. I only have a few books/shows/whatever that I feel are really about people like me, and whenever I find a new one it’s a huge deal. =)