The rental house had a small door in one of the closets
Led to the inner linings of the house
I’ve seen enough movies to know what not to do
I’ve seen Coraline enough times to know not to fuck with that.
So let me get this straight
it’s okay for the Doctor Who fandom to
- Compare Amy, Clara and River to barbie dolls, because they change jobs
- Complain about Amy wearing skirts
- Say that Miss Piggy from the muppets is more developed than the female characters in Moffat’s…
I apologize for the lack of posts in the previous week, dear readers. Now that the dust has settled on a whirlwind summer of weighty tasks and personal obligations, you may expect a return to form. Thanks for your patience and support.
There is some hidden message I don’t get because it’s very late in my country, or am I really sad over a fictional crab?
Aeris’ death in FFVII is one of my favorite examples of how to do character-death in a story correctly and how to have a female character die without giving up her agency. She didn’t die to create angst for Cloud (Cloud was already a spikey little ball of it) and she didn’t die to give anyone…
Did you know that we’ve been in the middle of a Loch Ness Monster sighting drought? Last year marked the first time in almost 90 years that Nessie hadn’t been spotted for an entire year. In fact, there hadn’t been any ‘confirmed sightings’ of the elusive cryptid for 18 months, leading some veteran spotters to voice concern that perhaps the famous monster had finally given up the ghost.
But wait! Something awesome just happened: Two different people, both using Apple Maps, captured screenshots of something measuring approximately 100ft long, with what appear to be two large flippers, powering along just under the surface of the loch. Experts from the Official Loch Ness Monster Fan Club have been studying the images and Gary Campbell, club president, reports that they’ve been steadily ruling out alternative explanations, leaving it increasingly likely that these images are brand new ‘confirmed sightings’:
‘We’ve been looking at it for a long time trying to work out exactly what it is. It looks like a boat wake, but the boat is missing. You can see some boats moored at the shore, but there isn’t one here. We’ve shown it to boat experts and they don’t know what it is. Whatever this is, it is under the water and heading south, so unless there have been secret submarine trials going on in the loch, the size of the object would make it likely to be Nessie.’
‘Now that we have spies in the skies above Loch Ness, maybe we will get more sightings which will whet the appetite of more down to earth Nessie hunters to come north. Furthermore, the use of satellite technology means that if Nessie is just swimming below the surface like in this case, we can still pick her up.’
Visit Dailymail.co.uk for additional information about this exiting development and the history of Nessie hunting.
"Respect is meat and drink to a witch. Without respect, you ain’t got a thing. She doesn’t get much respect, our Miss Level."
That was true. People didn’t respect Miss Level. They liked her, in an unthinking sort of way, and that was it. Mistress Weatherwax was right, and Tiffany wished she wasn’t.
"Why did you and Miss Tick send me to her, then?" she said.
"Because she likes people," said the witch, striding ahead. "She cares about ‘em. Even the stupid, mean, drooling ones, the mothers with the runny babies and no sense, the feckless and the silly and the fools who treat her like some kind of servant.
Now that’s what I call magic — seein’ all that, dealin’ with all that, and still goin’ on. It’s sittin’ up all night with some poor old man who’s leavin’ the world, taking away such pain as you can, comfortin’ their terror, seein’ ‘em safely on their way … and then cleanin’ ‘em up, layin’ ‘em out, making ‘em neat for the funeral, and helpin’ the weeping widow strip the bed and wash the sheets — which is, let me tell you, no errand for the fainthearted — and stayin’ up the next night to watch over the coffin before the funeral, and then going home and sitting down for five minutes before some shouting angry man comes bangin’ on your door ‘cuz his wife’s havin’ difficulty givin’ birth to their first child and the midwife’s at her wits’ end and then getting up and fetching your bag and and going out again …
We all do that, in our own way, and she does it better’n me, if I was to put my hand on my heart. That is the root and heart and soul and center of witchcraft, that is. The soul and center!” Mistress Weatherwax smacked her fist into her hand, hammering out her words. “The … soul … and … center!”
Echoes came back from the trees in the sudden silence. Even the grasshoppers by the side of the track had stopped sizzling.
"And Mrs. Earwig," said Mistress Weatherwax, her voice sinking into a growl, "Mrs. Earwig tells her girls it’s about cosmic balances and stars and circles and colors and wands and … and toys, nothing but toys!” She sniffed. “Oh, I daresay they’re all very well as decoration, somethin’ nice to look at while you’re workin’, somethin’ for show, but the start and finish, the start and finish, is helpin’ people when life is on the edge. Even people you don’t like. Stars is easy. People is hard.”
She stopped talking. It was several seconds before birds began to sing again.
"Anyway, that’s what I think," she added in the tones of someone who suspects that she might have gone just a bit further than she meant to.
~ Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky
Image by Alicia-mb.
"Bedivere, Kay. A new prospective night will be arriving in three days. I trust you two to make sure they feel welcome. A tournament shall be held in honor of their coming."-Arthur
The difference between Kay and Bedivere.
Sorry for poor quality. I’ll touch it up later.