Sunday, May 12, 2013

Couldn’t help myself…


They left out “world’s most adorable dork”


They left out “says the f-word so much, it’s gotta be the only word in his vocabulary”

Posted by Matty on 05/12 at 04:46 PM
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Thursday, May 09, 2013

Bricks. Boston. Interviews. Bricks. Did I mention bricks?

this scene gives me the giggles every time i see it.

I’ve got two interviews in Boston tomorrow with two different recruiters.

It seems that my new idea of finding the recruiters with multiple interesting positions and sending a resume for something that’s a little bit of a stretch gets me more attention than if I apply to one I’m actually qualified for. I’m not quite sure why that’s working but in this recent job search, I’m four for six. That’s not too bad.

Shit. Yesterday, I applied for a position at 10:02 and got a call at 10:06. He’s interview # 2 tomorrow. Of course, I’m not the right fit for the job I sent my resume in for, but he’s got several I might be a fit for…


Since there will be walking, I was planning on bringing my brick filled ruck. I’m a little nervous about that, though so I probably won’t. I mean, it’s bricks. In duct tape, and bubble wrap, in a black backpack. Bricks in duct tape and bubble wrap and that kind of look like a bomb. In a city that just had, um, issues with bombs in backpacks. Oh, and I’m going into the Financial District. I wonder what security will be like…

Maybe not such a good idea after all.

It’s one thing to explain the GORUCK Challenge, it’s another to whip out my brick-bomb and be all nonchalant: Yeah, these bricks? They’re my BFFs. I’ve gone everywhere with them for the past six months. I never leave home without them.

I’m going to miss them.

After Boston, I’m off to Albany. It’s a much needed break from reality on what would have been my parents’ 44th anniversary (assuming the divorce hadn’t happened in 1992). Actually, I assume all the time that they’d still be together. From what I can gather, my father was crushed they got divorced and I think it was a last-ditch chance to get my mother to smarten up. Of course, then she up and died days after the stupid thing became final, so they never got a second chance.

Way to go. Now I’ve depressed myself. AGAIN.

Here’s some more Sherlock because I need to giggle. The death Frisbee!

Your face, sir, with that crunching thing it does… Here, please watch as my ovaries explode.

Also, yet another CANON hint that Johnlock may indeed be a real thing, despite Moftiss claiming that it’s not like that between the two men.

Posted by Matty on 05/09 at 04:59 PM
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Wednesday, May 08, 2013

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.


yep. the milk. it’s practically a thing.

Remember that Johnlock fanfic culture thing I posted a few days?

I’m proofreading my Johnlock brOTP fan fic and what do I spy with my little eye?

John looked around the kitchen and saw all new appliances. The old ones were piled in the corner, each one neatly labeled “EXPERIMENTS ONLY.” Sherlock was sitting at the table calmly eating a scone, a mug of tea at his side. “I did some shopping. I hope you didn’t want to pick anything out.”

John opened the fridge. There wasn’t a single body part in there. Just food. And milk. Lots of milk. He fought to keep the smile from taking over his face. “No. It’s fine. I’m just completely gobsmacked.” He turned to the cabinets and drawers, opening each one in turn. “New silverware, even.”

“I replaced everything. Even scrubbed the shelves and cupboards.”


Sherlock bought some fucking MILK.

Posted by Matty on 05/08 at 06:48 PM
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The Brits may hate apples, but the Doctor FUCKING loves him some bananas.


Posted by Matty on 05/08 at 03:24 PM
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Cabin Pressure meets Doctor Who

It’s like the British have something against apples…

Exhibit# 1:
Arthur: Apples!

Douglas: Ah, no, please spare us the crisp crunch of the first bite of an apple.

Arthur: No, no, of course not, no one really likes apples. That would be like liking… wood.
- Cabin Pressure: Fitton

Exhibit # 2
I hate apples. Apples are rubbish. - Eleven

Posted by Matty on 05/08 at 11:48 AM
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