Recent adventures in Central Pennsylvania have resulted in these photos! For more information about them, click above. :)
Continuing on the Asgard theme that’s been going through my week, I turned this Gab Collab blob into the wing on a Thor-like helmet!
Boys, sit down.
No. I’m serious. Buns in the seat, please.
What is the only rule of this palace?
Say it with me now: “No roughhousing when Daddy is drinking quietly in his study.”
Got it? Good.
I love you boys. Especially Thor.
Read the full post in It’s Time For A Family Meeting.
I have unbelievable popularity, y’all. Someone literally just emailed me:
“Hey I stumbled across your stie, and you have a sweet folio!
I wanted to send you a flyer and personal invite to Nittany Con- hope you can come out!”
Um… wow. For $3/person, I’m probably going to this. Maybe even in costume. If anyone in Pennsylvania is interested, here’s more info.
Recent Adventures in Antiques — watch out if you’re scared of Chucky!
I went antique-ing with a few friends the weekend before last. There’s nothing more wonderful than riffling through weird old crap. I wish I could go back in time to meet the purchasers of these items and ask, “What are you thinking? Would you like to talk about it?”
“Why would you put this in your home? Aren’t you aware it’s going to come alive at night and kill your entire family, starting with the cat?”
We went to check out the antiques with a little girl, and she was immediately drawn to the instruments. What is it about things that make noise?!
This thing literally makes no sense. I tried lining up the colors, but some of the numbers running across cannot make a balanced equation.
Best idea for a business card, or best idea for a business card? The holder totally brings it together.
This was a giant war-time display. I’m not sure what war had cavalry on camels. Um… Gulf War?
This guy is totally saying to his wife, “Not tonight, honey. I have a headache.”
Aside from the fact that the middle guy’s hat is without question a mushroom, you might notice that the “writing” is just blobs. Someone didn’t even bother to look up what Chinese looked like. “Meh,” they said. “Blotches of ink are fine. People will get the idea.”
The thing about living in Central Pennsylvania is… there’s taxidermy everywhere. Maybe that’s true of other locations. I was in someone’s house the other night and they had a pile of bird legs & talons on their deck. They seemed to say, “Oh, never mind us. We’re just a pile of corpse bits. Chillin.’”
These ball jars full of nasty old crayons were in a glass case, the kind that requires a lock to open it.
And now for the part of the post that makes you hate me… clowns.
This horrible thing. Oh yeah.
Sweet dreams, Internet.
I’m not angry. If anything, I’m grateful.
Okay, but can we talk about how for several episodes Sherlock was in major emotional turmoil over the fact that Joan was going to leave someday soon. That he was terrified, that it consumed his thoughts, that he tried to convince her to stay with him, and sincerely apologized that he was in a pretty bad spot on the last few days they were to spend together because he values her.
But then, much to his relief, her sober companionship has been extended for the time being. Only, he finds out shortly afterwards that that isn’t exactly the case. That she is staying with him without pay. So what does he do?
Sherlock recognizes that Joan may be putting his interests above her own, and attempts to fix this by projecting cheerier and more balanced behavior. He’s saying “I’m okay now, Joan. You don’t have to feel like you’re obligated to look after me. You don’t have to be responsible for me anymore.” Sherlock, who so desperately wanted and needed Joan to stay with him, made sure that she had a way out if she truly didn’t want to be there.
He gives this speech here, revealing that he knows she isn’t staying because she’s being paid. Offers her monetary compensation for the service she will be providing—not only as emotional support but as an actual partner in deducing crimes. And even after he says that he knows she’s been staying partly for her sake and because she loves working on these cases, he urges her to think hard on her decision, talk it over with people, and make up her own mind (which she does, even making her own demands/boundaries which he accepts without a word).
Sherlock is often a huge pain in the ass and sucks at a lot of stuff but I cannot even begin to describe how well he handled this situation and how much respect he ultimately has for Joan and her right to choose in this situation.