Renovated my sister’s Guess Who game. It is now Guess Superwholock. I am pleased.
I was play guess superwholock
“Are you gorgeous?”
“They’re all gorgeous, you need to ask more specific questions..”
“Do you frequently break hearts?”
“Have you appeared to have died on screen?”
*half the board goes down*
“Have you died one hundred times in one episode?”
“God dammit you can’t ask questions that specific!”
Well… heres a game we need to play at a meetup
Awkwardly watching the Doctor Who finale with my family
- [Clara starts talking before credits]
- Son: Are you okay?
- Husband: Are you CRYING? Haven't you seen this before?
- Me: Yes, it just makes it WORSE.
- [Vastra cradles Jenny]
- Son: I see a tear.
- Husband: Wait...are they....
- Me: Yes. **tears**
- Son: Mom are you going to be alright?
- Husband: Oh my god are you okay?
- Me: I...I'm fine. I won't be later.
- [Goodbye, Sweetie]
- Son: [stares at me]
- Husband: [stares at me]
- Me: YES yes I am going to CRY stop LOOKING AT ME.
- Husband: [continues to stare]
- Me: [whip-pans face to him and points to my tear-stained cheeks] I am unamoosed.
- Husband: UNAMOOSED?
- Me: God I need to stop talking to you about things.
This past week has been so insane across the fandom spectrum and so many people have changed their url’s…twice…that I can’t remember who anyone is from when I originally started following them.
“I got a fan letter from a young lady. It was a suicide note.
So I called her, and I said, “Hey, this is Jimmy Doohan. Scotty, from Star Trek.” I said, “I’m doing a convention in Indianapolis. I wanna see you there.”
I saw her — boy, I’m telling you, I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was definitely suicide. Somebody had to help her, somehow. And obviously she wasn’t going to the right people.
I said to her, “I’m doing a convention two weeks from now in St. Louis.” And two weeks from then, in somewhere else, you know? She also came to New York - she was able to afford to got to these places. That went on for two or three years, maybe eighteen times. And all I did was talk positive things to her.
And then all of the sudden — nothing. I didn’t hear anything. I had no idea what had happened to her because I never really saved her address.
Eight years later, I get a letter saying, “I do want to thank you so much for what you did for me, because I just got my Master’s degree in electronic engineering.”
That’s…to me, the best thing I’ve ever done in my life.”
Did this hurt anyone else as much as it did me? That his fucking family was them? Like oh my god.
HE WENT TO STANFORD
Can I also point out that despite the fact that Sam is always complaining about the hunter life he is the one in this episode so desperate to get back to it
and when you remember that Bobby and Ellen actually got married in the alternate universe and Jo really did become their sister
HIS FATHER IS BOB
BECAUSE BOBBY WAS MORE OF A FATHER TO HIM THAN JOHN EVER COULD HAVE BEEN
YA’LL WANNA SEE WHAT A “REAL FAN” LOOKS LIKE
CUZ THERE’S ONE STANDING IN THIS ROOM RIGHT NOW
WHO ARE YOU TO DEFINE WHAT A “REAL FAN” IS
WHAT MAKES ONE FAN MORE “REAL” THAN ANOTHER
MINE KEEPS ME QUITE COOL IN THE SUMMER MONTHS
He keeps her cool.
She blows him away.
MINE KEEPS ME QUITE COOL IN THE SUMMER MONTHS I’M DYING
A little word about opposites attracting…
I married my opposite, which causes a lot of weirdness when it comes to geekitude and technology - like my husband is a hunter/fisherman/soldier who enjoys French and Indian War era flintlock rifles and powder horns, whereas I enjoy tumblr, Netflix, and writing/reading novels. He can spend all day every day outside fishing, getting eaten up by bugs, have a close call with a coyote, and call it a good day. I on the other hand have a very special relationship with my couch and my laptop. And my television.
After seeing only about four posts on my tumblr dash tonight (that I scrolled e x t r e m e l y slow through because it’s “tumblr - after dark” right now), specifically after explaining the Sherlock/ Benedict Cumberbatch/ Nerdfighteria post John Green made, and subsequently John Green (for the hundredth time), and watching half of a Mental Floss video, my husband decided he wants to start the world over with no internet and only cell phones like Nokia’s that only call and text. Also, he and another soldier he works with have decided if they ever find a habitable planet similar to Earth, they were going. He implied ‘we’ as in I would be going, but I corrected him because he said ‘tumblr’ was not an object that I could bring with me. He rolled over because now his brain hurt and he was getting angry at how much people are involved with the computer screen, so I didn’t explain to him that to get to this habitable Earth-like planet, it would probably require more technology than a Nokia phone. Although they are durable.