They just think EVERYTHING out to INSANELY logical conclusions.

Like how Sherlock Holmes MUST have been a Vulcan.

It's not crazy, it's LOGIC.

I think I love this ALMOST as much as the "Watson was a Woman" speech Rex Stout (author of the Nero Wolfe mysteries) gave at a Holmesian dinner back in the 1910s.


THANK YOU FANDOM. YOU MADE MY DAY A HAPPIER ONE.
Someone asked over at the STXI anon-meme asked for a Jeeves/Spock story (GOD, could you IMAGINE the eyebrow wars? Hell, even McCoy could jump in and try to hold his own, McCoy’s got a hellava eyebrow himself there…) but all I could imagine was Jeeves and Wooster...crewing the USS Enterprise.

CAPTAIN!BERTIE!: I say, Jeeves, is this thing on? Oh, good, right-o. Captain’s Log, star date 22…er…I say, Jeeves? How do these bally star dates work again? Well, that doesn’t make much sense, does it? I mean to say, good lord, could Starfleet have made them more confusing, what?

Oh, right, um, Space! The final whatsit. These are journeys of the Starship Enterprise--


ALL THRUSTERS GO FOR QUICKIE CROSSOVER MADNESS!!! )

....AND SO ON. AND SO ON. OH GOD IT'S WRITING ITSELF.
Holy Crap, today at work, I discovered a True Sister in Geekery. Behold our (heavily edited) emails!:

From Her to Me:
It looks similar. Apparently, A has a spare battery that RR can use, so she is ok for today. So we can order it for tomorrow? She’s got it set up on tripod downstairs filming or something.

Random chance seems to have operated in our favor" -- Spock
"In plain, non-Vulcan English, we've been lucky" -- McCoy
"I believe I said that, Doctor" -- Spock (The Doomsday Machine)
I think I have just decided that I am adding Star Trek quotes to my signature in honor of the movie opening tomorrow. I wonder if anyone will notice?

C—W—


From Me to Her:
Will do, I’m knocking out the order now, and if they have it in stock, I’ll send the messenger service to pick it up. And probably only I’ll notice, but by God, I’ll love you forever for it.

Antonella “He’s Dead, Jim” Inserra


Her to Me:
Ha ha, I wonder if I should just change my signature or put something in my name as you have done. Hmm…I’ll only be able to do it in staff emails though.

C—W—

Me to Her:
Oh, so what was the item number of those heavy sheet protectors RR was burning through faster than a set of dilithium crystals? You need to tell me these things; I’m an assistant, damnit, not a mind reader!

Antonella “He’s Dead, Jim” Inserra


Her to Me:
Either she set the box on fire or they were eaten by tribbles, it has totally disappeared from her desk. When she gets out of her meeting I will ask her what happened to them. Perhaps Guinan borrowed them to make drinks. She’s very quirky that way.

Chief Medical Officer C—W—
USS Osiris


~*~

GUYS!! TREK AT 7PM FOR THIS NELLA TONIGHT! SERIOUSLY, I'VE BEEN READY TO LEAVE WORK SINCE 10:30AM. I'VE BEEN WEARING MY KIRK/SPOCK/MCCOY TIE ALL DAY. WARP DRIVE FULL SPEED AHEAD, OH CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN.

GEEK OUT!
ink_n_imp: (Estactic!)
I know God loves me, but this is the first time I’m thinking he REALLY REALLY likes me too.

Through absolutely NO MACHINATIONS of my own, a co-worker of mine gave me 2 tickets to the May 7th, 7pm showing of “Star Trek” at the SHINY, SHINY Zeigfeld Theater on 54th street and 5th Ave.

Gave me. Two tickets. To the opening of Star Trek. FOR. FREE.

MY HANDS ARE STILL SHAKING, GAIS.

OMG F-LIST. MAKE ME EVEN HAPPIER. IF YOU LIVE IN THE NYC AREA, GET THEE TO AN ONLINE TICKET VENDOR AND BUY A TICKET FOR THE 7PM THURSDAY SHOWING OF TREK AT THE SAME THEATER. I’M GOING TO BE WEARING MY KIRK/SPOCK/MCCOY TIE, YOU CAN’T MISS ME.

COME WITH. BE WITNESS TO THE (hopefully awesome) REBOOT OF A CULTURAL INSTITUTION. THE POWER OF KIRK COMPELS YOU!!

If you’re coming, or have questions and stuff, Email me, call me, or drop me a comment here. For those RL friends of mine whom I see frequently, oh don’t worry, I’ll hunt you down and badger you until you have bent to my will.

I DON’T CARE IF YOU HAD ANOTHER THEATER IN MIND. THE PRICE IS THE SAME AND I’M GOING TO BE THERE GEEKING OUT, SO IT’LL BE WORTH THE BOTHER.
If there had been a medieval heavy fighting exercise program my parents could have signed me up for as a child, I think I would have been a far, far thinner person today.

Ok, fine, a much more TONED person. Let's be realistic here.

But wow, I finally have a fit-ispiration guys! It's only taken me, what, 24 years?

So, today I drove to a slightly sketchy looking part of Brooklyn, to meet the Brooklyn SCA* group and to practice sword fighting in a some-what-sketchy-but-really-fine-once-you-got-to-know-it warehouse along the waterfront.

I only intended to hang around for an hour or two, learn a basic step, get some information, get a feel for the thing. Didn't manage to drag myself away until 5 pm, and only because my arm was starting to get too tired to hold the shield and the practice sword in the proper positions anymore.

Who knew I could be a wee bit of a natural at heavy sword fighting? I suspect it was all that baseball in my youth; swinging heavy sticks around, you know how it is. I was a slugger up at bat, after all...whenever I had the patience to actually wait for a good ball, that is. ^_^;;;

But I got precise enough at the first basic move today that the guy helping me got me started on learning the next move; he confessed he usually didn't get to teach the second one until a person's third practice. Um, GO NELLA!! And I got graduated to a bigger shield too--"a warrior's shield" all the dudes joked.

But yea, I've got a LOT to work to do on my arm strength--not because it puts any force in your swing, all that power comes from your hips and core (it's all in the twisting motion guys!), but just for holding up the shield and sword for longer than, like 10 minutes. Ouch. Also, seriously need it for holding the sword steady in the swing itself. So I've already attacked my trainer-roommate for suggestions about what I could do to build up my strength.

...I've never wanted to master something so badly before. Oh, It's On Now, guys. Now I'm itching to get my hands on a practice sword and shield so I get used to the weight. I want to get good enough for combat. I want to use the dirty tricks I saw the other guys using today with their shields for melee.

......I'm going to be SO FRICKIN' SORE TOMORROW THOUGH. It's going to be AWESOME, guys.

*Society for Creative Anachronism
I don't know what episode this is from.

But I DESPERATELY, DESPERATELY WISH I had a better screen cap of this, and a clever caption to go with it in icon form.



I think this is my new favorite face, which pushes Napoleon Solo's '...Eh?' face to number two, the poor thing.

SRSLY GAIS. Can it be May 8th NOW? I've been watching TOS is slake my thirst, but it's really not helping my greedy impatience.


EDIT: Yoinked from [livejournal.com profile] ras_elased:

Seriously, Carol Burnett, I BOW before your funny. Watch this now, if only for the longest "females-acting-like-males-who-just-got-transformed-into-females" boob grope EVER.



Because you KNOW if you were a dude who'd just been turned into a chick, and your first mate had as well, you'd totally feel each other up.
So, I was puttering around the building last Friday, waiting for the maintenance guys to finish installing the new reproduction light bulbs in the BoO room (which, btw, look absolutely period-ly FABULOUS), and I had wandered into the next room, which is usually all closed off for it is in bad need of restoration, and we tend to store ladders and things in the bathroom attached to it.

So I’m wandering around it, taking in the details, when my eye is caught by the tiled fireplace. “What lovely tiles!” I thought to myself. “Let’s have a closer look! Oh, look, there appear to be five tiles depicting scenes from some medieval story. Huh…that one looks like Viviene, the lady of the lake, seduced and trapping Merlin in a tree HOLY SHIAT IT IS VIVIENE, HER NAME’S AT THE BOTTOM OF THE TILE!! AND THAT’S GUINIVERE IN A SWOON AND THAT’S GARETH BEING ALL KITCHEN BOY-Y WHILE HIS LOVE THE PRINCESS DERIDES HIM (HOW PRINCESS BRIDE OF YOU GARETH!) AND THAT’S GAHERIS KILLING HIS MOTHER WHILE HER LOVER RUNS OFF AND THERE’S ISEULT LOOKING REALLY BORED AND AND AND AND!—

When I pulled my boss into the room with a squee and pointed them out, she just sorta stared and said only I would notice such a detail.

…it wasn’t like I was LOOKING for Arthurian legend in my every day life.

Though, thank you gilded age (technically post) Pre-Raphaelite movement. You fill my life with unexpected awesomeness.
At least I have the internet to remind me to ROTFLOL.

The 5 Most Bad Ass Presidents Of All Time

I'm so happy John Quincy Adams ranks ABOVE Andrew Jackson, you have no idea. EAT IT OLD HICKORY!!!

Some random quotes from the list:
"The bullet, by the by, remained in Jackson's body for 19 years because, we assume, Jackson knew that time spent removing the bullets would just fall under the general category of "time not dueling," Jackson's least favorite category."

And my friend [livejournal.com profile] rathbandu and I ENTIRELY just had this conversation too:

"JFK's sexual conquests allegedly include Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn, Jayne Mansfield, Angie Dickenson, Brazilian actress Florinda Bolkan, famous burlesque stripper, and rap name pioneer Blaze Starr. There are even rumors that he also had sex with his insanely hot wife once in a while too."
Well, this is a post a long time in coming! I've been meaning to post for the last few weeks about how I had lost my cell phone on the Long Island Railroad...and now I'm posting to tell you the prodigal phone has returned to me!!

The entire tale of its' journey is a long one indeed, epic in many ways, but suffice to say I have a habit of falling into a comatose state while on my 1 hour 45 minute train ride home, and when I awoke to find the train doors were opening at MY stop, I ran off the train, still fuzzy in the brain and sans cell phone (which had fallen out of my pocket) and green scarf (which I had taken off). I only realized this when I got home and some chap called my brother's cell with my phone. This fellow (of whom odes and ballads should be composed and sung but alas, his identity is unknown to me!) wanted to know who to send the phone and scarf too, so I gave him the address for my dad's office and hoped for the best.

Time dragged on, and I feared the worst, that I indeed would never see my cell phone (with all my numbers!) and my green scarf (my very favorite scarf!) ever again. I wondered if the man never sent it...as [livejournal.com profile] singealiene and I mused, perhaps he was a diabolically figure that had no intention of mailing my things, maybe he only wished to raise my hopes so that they might be dashed upon the rocks while he casually tossed my phone about in the comfort of his home and laughed evilly. Or, perhaps my things were lost forever in the Limbo of the US Postal System known as the Dead Letter Room...maybe my things were in Atlanta, Georgia, locked away like the Ark of the Covenant and would be sold off at their yearly auction...

But No. Well, I mean, based on the date of the postage my things DID have quite a journey through the US Postal System, but they have finally arrived, safe and sound after about 3 weeks of phonelessness.

SO!!!!

Nella's Back!!


In other news, I've finally read Chesterton's Father Brown series...and I've finally realized who I was drawing when I drew him recently. It's pretty much a less chubby Father John, the priest who was our NYU chaplain when I was a wee little college freshman and the Newman Club (a.k.a. the Catholic Club) was the most glorious time of my college existence.
Between the God Awful Heat (Which, thank GOD has FINALLY broken!), and navigating the MBTA and highway traffic, I've had neither the resolve nor the concentration to update about my continuing adventures in Boston. And, as I do have some pictures to post and comment upon, I think I will refrain from an in-depth discussion of the many sights of Boston until later.

In the meanwhile:

Tuesday: Walked the Freedom Trail. Had my ass handed to me by not the 2.5+ miles of it, but the 2.5+ miles of it in 93 degree weather. I did have the distinct pleasure, however, of FINALLY getting a sense of the distances between all those historic places I keep reading about, of snickering at Massachusetts' first seal, of giggling at Hancock's INCREDIBLY phallic tombstone, of visiting the Amazing Old State House museum (which possesses many intriguing and interesting artifacts and tidbits), of copying Sam Adams' pose in front of Faneuil Hall, of being terrified by an OBSCENE amount of jellyfish in the River, and of FINALLY stepping foot aboard the USS Constitution...though it appears that I'll not be able to go BELOW deck until my NEXT trip to Boston.

FIE.

Ate dinner at Giacomo's in the North End. Walked away a Convert and True Believer. Zuppa di Pesce like my mother makes, and THAT is the highest compliment I've got in my bag of tricks.


Wednesday: Went to Salem, as there is very little about the town I recall from my 7th grade Boston school trip. Maybe it was just the 98+ degree scorching heat, but little to remember the second time around. However, was impressed by the National Park Visitor Center there (SOOOOOOO AIR CONDITIONED! *BASK!!!*), and the exhibits about Salem's maritime prosperity pre-Jefferson's embargo of 'let's fuck New England trade up the ass!...er...I mean...let's show the French and British we aren't going to take their privateering/impressing shit no more!'

Returned to the hotel completely fried, fell into an air conditioned coma, and blew the rest of the day by going to the movie theater to see Ocean's Thirteen.

Oh, Clooney. *glomps*


Today!: ADAMS, ADAMS, AND MORE ADAMS!!!

That's right, Nella has FINALLY made her pilgrimage visit to the Adams National Historic Park!!!!!

And, MIGHT I ADD, my visit there magically coincided with the break in the heat wave up here?

COINCIDENCE? You decide.

...Though, my visit to the Adams' homestead merits its' own post. I have related books to review, and a first lady to seriously fangirl. Likewise, we went to the Museum of Fine Arts as well once we were finished in Quincy, however that I shall pause in reviewing, as we plan on returning to it Saturday morning.

Now, to bed! For tomorrow, the Minuteman National Park awaits!

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