In polar bear news...
In polar bear news...
Happy Belated Birling Day!
Mar. 20th, 2013 11:10 pmSo I'm watching this and it's american football - without any padding or helmets. The players are wearing shorts. One guy has some blue headgear going on but it can't possibly be a helmet since everyone else is completely bareheaded.
I've got players in both red and white (because the flag's red white and blue [please note Wales is not uniformed per any of Arthur's rules and therefore I've no idea which they are]) and they're just now starting to look muddy after half an hour.
Please note that I know nothing about american football. I permanently swore off it when I was forced to play some form of it in high school and told I had to start with - and I quote - one down.
Please think about that for a second. Down is a negative term just on its own. Added to that, after a certain number of them you must give up your turn - it therefore proves to be the equivalent of an out (I understand baseball just fine - much simpler). Why do I need to start with one down? I haven't done anything at all wrong yet.
So - my real hope is that rugby has a more sensible scoring system than american football and this 'starting with one down' thing is some bizarre invention of our own as well.
One of the things that is striking me is the ball is being handed out of the tackles. Whereas in american football the player embraces the ball, holding on for all he is worth (in an effort to gain yardage?) as everyone within sight piles upon him - these guys are consistently shoving the ball out of the pile into a teammate's hands.
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In another match - Italy won!!! (Mr Mandela is singing) possibly more later...
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Jan. 25th, 2013 04:21 pmETA - Hm. This was meant to decorate your friends pages, but it just ended up entertaining them. Note to self, just because fonts paste properly into visual editor, they do not actually post properly.
Well, okay, well there’s, uh, there’s sixteen seats, so say two to a seat –
They’re good friends, these otters?
Let’s hope so. And one in each overhead compartment.
Always remembering to open them with care, because otters may have shifted during the flight.
And one under each seat?
Yes, good thinking!
But that’s where the lifejackets are.
That’s all right: otters can swim. Now, how many in the galley?
Um, four on the floor, two on the worktops? Well, it depends – are we carrying Carolyn and Arthur?
To wait on the otters? I think that would be an indulgence, frankly. I think we’d be better off replacing them with more otters.
So thirty-two in the seats, sixteen in the overhead lockers, sixteen under the seats, six in the galley … fifteen in the hold?
Oh, twenty easily, and six or seven in the aisle.
Call it seven.
So that’s what? Ninety-seven – and three in the flight deck! A hundred!
Brilliant!
No. Not in the flight deck.
Hypothetically.
I don’t care how hypothetical it is, I’m not flying with a live otter in the flight deck!
I don’t see why not. Historically, very few hijackings have been carried out by otters.
I’m sorry, but I don’t think the Civil Aviation Authority would be too keen on the idea.
To be quite honest with you, Captain, I don’t think there’s a whole lot about this plane full of unsupervised otters the CAA is going to love.
Excerpt from Ottery St Mary which was written by John Finnemore.
The artist we all have to thank tumblrs here! More pictures and Sherlockian plushies to come!
WIN - I now have a Cabin Pressure alarm clock with roughly 300 randomly rotating snippets - and I've only got properly through Ipswich. I am saving the pleasure of the next episode until after I have conquered some writing goals.
Can anyone point me to a good tutorial which will help me get started in learning how to navigate Photoshop? The Mac I am currently working on (not part of the revolution, it is my workhorse and rather ancient) has a bewildering array of Adobe things which includes Photoshop CS5.1 and I'm tentatively circling the notion of a Sherlock-centric deck of cards.
Tricorders on stun and don't aim for the guy in red.
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In which I am extremely ambitious.
Dec. 26th, 2012 09:36 pmI tended toward leaving the laughter at the end in as a spacer since I have no clue how to insert silence at the beginning and end, but I wonder how the laughter will sound on a phone's speaker. I plan on sending them to my phone tomorrow to find out. I find it annoying when it's just a phrase which then repeats quickly over and over so I didn't do a lot of those really short ones.
http://www.mediafire.com/?o08bzgur81kr3
David Tyler Appreciation Post
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So in order to share the love, I'll throw out into the ether: Thank you, David Tyler. You are even more brilliant than (theoretical because they are not actually friendly in person) polar bears bear(ha! you said bear!)ing duty-free Toblerones.
Erm - still more stuff?
Dec. 3rd, 2012 09:30 pmFirst off - two Sherlock fics which are also love letters to London: Sorrowful Angels by Aderyn http://archiveofourown.org/works/441719 and A Miracle on Baker Street by
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Still no mattress. Grrr. The reason this is most upsetting is that I seem to have begun to equate 'getting back to normal' with having the darn mattress. My brain is refusing to focus on the fact that life is otherwise pretty steady and normal, and it should now be getting round to the business of writing and doing other normal things (plus slowly finding wonderful and lovely things to decorate) until the darn mattress shows up.
I do now have a teeny tiny crockpot. I'm not really sure why other than it was on clearance and it is yellow. It is adorable (though not possibly the yellow I imagined), I just don't really understand what I'm meant to cook in it. We shall see, I suppose.
And because I now know how thanks to the always wonderful
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See? I told you it was 'stuff'.
Sydney Golden Wattle - isn't he just straight-up a member of the Drones?
Oh, yeah, that's me in there too. I did a couple where I was all 'live long and prosper', but this was a better picture of the sign. :-)
And now please get in line for your strudel - because the strudel, Madam, is lovely today.
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MARTIN & ARTHUR: ♪ Six men, five men, four men, three men, two men, one man and his dog ♪ -
MARTIN: Diego?
DIEGO: Wow, wow!
MARTIN & ARTHUR: ♪ Went to mow a meadow! ♪
MARTIN: "Wow, wow"? When have you ever heard a dog say "wow, wow"?
DIEGO: Every time I have heard a dog, he have said to me, "wow, wow."
MARTIN: Then you, Señor, have been speaking to some very peculiar dogs. Arthur, where are we up to?
ARTHUR: Thirty-two.
MARTIN: Very well, on my count, gentlemen! One, two, three! ♪ Thirty-two men went to mow, went to mow a meadow . . . ♪
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DOUGLAS: (huffs) Twenty to five! That's definitely it, then!
CAROLYN: You've said that every five minutes since four o'clock.
DOUGLAS: YES! But there's no way we can do it now, even if he -
MARTIN & ARTHUR & DIEGO: ♪ - one man and his ♪ -
DOUGLAS: Oh, look!
MARTIN: Elephant!
DIEGO: Praa, praa!
MARTIN & ARTHUR & DIEGO: ♪ WENT TO MOW A MEADOW! ♪
MARTIN: "Praa, praa," Diego, really?
DIEGO: Of course.
DOUGLAS: Martin! Good Lord! Maverick flies again!
MARTIN: Hello, Douglas! Can I suggest you save all the jokes about my shades for now, and we'll have them in a nice long stream once we get airborne? In the meantime, Carolyn, Douglas, this is Diego, a fine engineer, a useful light baritone, and a man with an inexhaustible knowledge of how Spanish animals go. Diego, do your Spanish cockerel?
DIEGO: Ki-kirri-kee!
MARTIN: Yup, that's my favorite one. Now then, Diego, here's the wing, get to work. Arthur, park the truck.
ARTHUR: Where?
MARTIN: Uh, well behind the plane, by that . . . wet . . . car. You two, get on board, and prepare to leave immediately!
DOUGLAS: But Martin, we've only got twenty minutes before they shut the tower. He can't possibly fix it -
MARTIN: Certainly he can! A man who can imitate a Spanish squirrel helping forty-eight men mow a meadow is capable of anything. Now, come on, we have to get a move on!
DOUGLAS: In other words, you feel the need. The need for speed.
MARTIN: Seriously, Douglas, save them for later.
*****
Excerpt taken from the Johannesburg transcript so generously provided by
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*****
MARTIN & ARTHUR: ♪ Six men, five men, four men, three men, two men, one man and his dog ♪ -
MARTIN: Diego?
DIEGO: Wow, wow!
MARTIN & ARTHUR: ♪ Went to mow a meadow! ♪
MARTIN: "Wow, wow"? When have you ever heard a dog say "wow, wow"?
DIEGO: Every time I have heard a dog, he have said to me, "wow, wow."
MARTIN: Then you, Señor, have been speaking to some very peculiar dogs. Arthur, where are we up to?
ARTHUR: Thirty-two.
MARTIN: Very well, on my count, gentlemen! One, two, three! ♪ Thirty-two men went to mow, went to mow a meadow . . . ♪
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DOUGLAS: (huffs) Twenty to five! That's definitely it, then!
CAROLYN: You've said that every five minutes since four o'clock.
DOUGLAS: YES! But there's no way we can do it now, even if he -
MARTIN & ARTHUR & DIEGO: ♪ - one man and his ♪ -
DOUGLAS: Oh, look!
MARTIN: Elephant!
DIEGO: Praa, praa!
MARTIN & ARTHUR & DIEGO: ♪ WENT TO MOW A MEADOW! ♪
MARTIN: "Praa, praa," Diego, really?
DIEGO: Of course.
DOUGLAS: Martin! Good Lord! Maverick flies again!
MARTIN: Hello, Douglas! Can I suggest you save all the jokes about my shades for now, and we'll have them in a nice long stream once we get airborne? In the meantime, Carolyn, Douglas, this is Diego, a fine engineer, a useful light baritone, and a man with an inexhaustible knowledge of how Spanish animals go. Diego, do your Spanish cockerel?
DIEGO: Ki-kirri-kee!
MARTIN: Yup, that's my favorite one. Now then, Diego, here's the wing, get to work. Arthur, park the truck.
ARTHUR: Where?
MARTIN: Uh, well behind the plane, by that . . . wet . . . car. You two, get on board, and prepare to leave immediately!
DOUGLAS: But Martin, we've only got twenty minutes before they shut the tower. He can't possibly fix it -
MARTIN: Certainly he can! A man who can imitate a Spanish squirrel helping forty-eight men mow a meadow is capable of anything. Now, come on, we have to get a move on!
DOUGLAS: In other words, you feel the need. The need for speed.
MARTIN: Seriously, Douglas, save them for later.
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Excerpt taken from the Johannesburg transcript so generously provided by
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This week - the ROM!
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“Douglas, we can’t. We’ll get in trouble.”
“Oh come on, Martin, live a little!”
“It is a museum, Douglas. We can’t go around chucking a lemon into the displays just because you’re bored and there happened to be a fruit stand on the corner.”
“Who said anything about either chucking or the displays? It’s really very simple, Martin, just like on Gertie. Simply leave the lemon somewhere in plain sight.”
( Hunt the lemon! )
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This week - the ROM!
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“Douglas, we can’t. We’ll get in trouble.”
“Oh come on, Martin, live a little!”
“It is a museum, Douglas. We can’t go around chucking a lemon into the displays just because you’re bored and there happened to be a fruit stand on the corner.”
“Who said anything about either chucking or the displays? It’s really very simple, Martin, just like on Gertie. Simply leave the lemon somewhere in plain sight.”
( Hunt the lemon! )
Title: He built it.
Written for
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Word count: 730
A/N: Inspired by Carolyn's line in 2x6 Limerick: It's a big house of course. He has his own part of it. But even so, a house containing Arthur is very difficult to mistake for an empty house.
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CLUNK
Carolyn’s head jerked up from her book, her mind automatically categorizing ‘clunk’ as a fairly normal Arthur sound; worthy of noting but not alarming on its own. She went back to the explanation of how the dinosaurs could never possibly survive on their own if ever they were to somehow escape the island.
After a few more pages, there came another CLUNK which was followed by a BANG and a subsequent squelch.
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Title: He built it.
Written for
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Word count: 730
A/N: Inspired by Carolyn's line in 2x6 Limerick: It's a big house of course. He has his own part of it. But even so, a house containing Arthur is very difficult to mistake for an empty house.
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CLUNK
Carolyn’s head jerked up from her book, her mind automatically categorizing ‘clunk’ as a fairly normal Arthur sound; worthy of noting but not alarming on its own. She went back to the explanation of how the dinosaurs could never possibly survive on their own if ever they were to somehow escape the island.
After a few more pages, there came another CLUNK which was followed by a BANG and a subsequent squelch.
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