I have yet to find a song that makes me feel as good as this one does.
Posted 1 month ago
THE ELEPHANT AND THE BALLOON
Just because I love that I made this.
Posted 4 months ago
THE ELEPHANT AND THE BALLOON
Better or worse than the Doctor’s nametag?
Posted 5 months ago
guys I need help
Christine is in bed
and I need to tell someone about my insignificant dream
and NO ONE will care about it except her.
What do I DO?
Posted 10 months ago
“Excuse me.”
“Yes, miss?”
“What are these?”
“Those are feelings, ma’am.”
“Yes, I can see that, but why are they in my movie?”
“Because you ordered them.”
“I most certainly did NOT. I ordered a hilarious, rapier-witted send-up of the Hollywood scene - you know, the one directed by Christopher Guest.”
“Ah. Yes, I think you’ll find that your menu has changed slightly. You still get the subtle humor and absurd characters, but now it comes with feelings free of charge as well.”
“But I don’t WANT them! Can’t I get one without feelings?”
“I’m afraid Mr. Guest doesn’t serve those anymore.”
“Oh. I guess…I’ll just sit here and take them, then…”
“Very good, miss.”
Posted 10 months ago
elsinore rose: In my headcanon, Black Books, Renholm Industries, 221B Baker Street...
In my headcanon, Black Books, Renholm Industries, 221B Baker Street and the Shappey household are all located in roughly the same area, so that I can imagine Manny getting a beer with John Watson and Roy Trenneman, Maurice Moss and Arthur Shappey teaming up for the worst/best laser tag team ever,…
I have my own ideas about this:
Arthur and Moss go out for a pint.
Sherlock calls Roy to fix his computer, already maddened by the fact that he can’t figure it out on his own, and spends the entirety of the call just *watching* Roy. They bond unexpectedly by awkwardly realizing that neither of them really *get* Manly Men.
Carolyn and Mrs. Hudson have tea once a week and talk about the respective men in their lives and how absurd and difficult to shepherd they are. Hilarity ensues when Manny joins one week and seamlessly fits in.
Poor Mrs. Hudson wanders into Black Books one day, looking for a cookbook. When Bernard bullies her, the entirety of the canon descends upon him, telling him he’s gone too far. Feeling ganged-up on, Bernard starts weeping in front of everybody. Mrs. Hudson then shames everyone for making him cry, which he will later and forever stoutly refute.
Arthur and Moss talk for HOURS about things they imagine. One foul day, they invent something together. They modestly admit that it is probably the best thing that has ever existed; the rest of the world heartily disagrees.
Douglas asks Jen out after he and his wife get divorced. Roy is outraged on her behalf, not wanting her to be a rebound. Jen is perfectly okay with it, but must then contend with Fran, who has discovered Douglas’s “Stephen Fry’s Favorite Uncle” voice and makes excuses to fly MJN air so she can listen to it.
John and Bernard get a drink together at the Black Books pub they always go to. “Women,” they sigh together. They need say no more.
Martin and Roy discover that they are perfect wingmen for each other. They go for leches in Reynholm Industries together, and when one sees a girl that he likes, one of them acts like himself and the other muddles through his impression of Sherlock. The contrast is so effective that the girl will more often than not give her number to the Sherlock-acting one.
Posted 11 months ago
Hey guys.
I have a new favorite picture.
It’s called, “Somewhere A Kazakhstani Border Guard Is Crying.”
Posted 1 year ago
My roommate hates me. He doesn’t have any decent reasons. He just hates me as a person. This is because of his deep-seated emotional issues with which he refuses to deal, which manifest themselves as a twisted pride in crossing people’s boundaries and his inability to see friendship as anything other than a way to get favors. I no longer do him these favors.
So he calls me a cunt whenever he sees me and uses minutia as a way of blaming me for his unhappiness. He refuses to have any discussion on the matter, because my being a cunt is apparently “a fact, not up for discussion.” He throws out words like “naive,” “condescending,” and “replaceable.”
These things happen because I do only the dishes I have dirtied, and not those used by other members of the household.
So I’m gonna go cry on my bed for a long time. Have a nice Saturday, everyone.
Posted 1 year ago
Here’s why this made me sad: because I misread it as
“more than anything, all i have ever wanted is to feel as if i wasn’t alive”
and thought
“yeah…me too, Doctor. Me too.”
Then I realized.
(Source: areyoumarriedriver)
Taking pants since 1990.
