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the temptation every time there’s heavy rainfall to just go out on the street and
i hate the word spicy can we bring back calling things erotic
rolling up to Wendy's to get an erotic chicken sandwich
One of the finest and most beloved Watsons ever to grace the screen has passed away. David Burke was 91 years old, just shy of his 92nd birthday, and he is survived by his wife Anna Calder-Marshall and his son Tom Burke.
By all accounts, he was a gentleman and a wonderful human being. He could have stayed on to play Watson much longer, which would have made many of us very happy, but he chose to leave the show to be nearer to his family, especially since Tom was very young at the time.
His was not the first intelligent and competent Watson, but this version marked a turning point in mainstream depictions, from comedic sidekick to a hero in his own right.
RIP, dear sir. You will be missed. Thank you for everything.
~*~
To read a longer and moving tribute, please check out the I Hear of Sherlock Everywhere website: https://www.ihearofsherlock.com/2026/05/david-burke-first-watson-of-granada-era.html. The tribute includes a link to the interview that the Jeremy Brett Sherlock Holmes Podcast conducted with David and his wife a few years ago.
Those who think that wisdom and whimsy are mutually exclusive have neither. It's vitally important to do the right thing when the consequences are dire, and to do a whole bunch of utterly frivolous silly dumb shit when it doesn't matter what you do.
Often, the wise thing must be disguised as silly frivolous dumb shit in order to actually work
i feel like if you stabbed an angel the blood trail would look like this
Hey. Hey!
really recommend getting a partner with a different religion than you and very little knowledge of your religion because the opportunities for explaining things to each other are just exquisite
yesterday she told me some story about the Buddha's wife and child and I was like. Wait. He fucked? And she was like yeah of course he fucked, why wouldn't he, he was the most attractive and loveable and and wise and etc. person who ever lived. why would he not fuck.
this morning she looked perplexed in the kitchen at me and said "did Jesus not fuck?"
“but that’s neither here nor there” well where is it then.
Don't worry about it, darling, it's beneath us.
the season of tumblr holidays are upon us!!!
Everything I know about the assassination of Julius Caesar I learned from the Shakespeare play about it. Which is the historical equivalent of getting all my news updates from memes.
Friday the Thirteenth, Pi Day, Ides of March, then you have to land the double jump right into St. Paddy's Day to complete the combo move.
Tornado season has violently started in the u.s already so take it from a hardened Midwesterner who has been on the highways and interstate when the radio starts doing the RRRRRRRNGH. RRRRRRRNGH. RRRRRRRNGH. BEEEEEEEEEP thing:
DO NOT TAKE SHELTER UNDER AN OVERPASS. EVEN IF YOU CLIMB UP THE HILL THING. CONGRATS YOU JUST ENTERED A WIND TUNNEL DURING A TORNADO. DON'T DO THAT
Most farmhouses out in the middle of nowhere have windbreaks, aka, a long line of trees. Use this to your advantage. Head towards the trees, see if there's a house. People will let you shelter there in a tornado. It's the Midwest. We're nice.
STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ELECTRICAL POLES AND SHIT THAT CAN FALL ON YOU. TREES BAD IF NO HOUSE. TREES SO BAD IF NO HOUSE. TREES ARE SHRAPNEL GENERATORS. IF YOU DON'T SEE A HOUSE STAY AWAY FROM THE TREES.
Stay the fuck away from pivots, while we're at it. You can get electrocuted from yards away.
If you're heading out of a town and the sirens go off, turn the fuck around. Go to the nearest building or business or house. Shelter with them.
And remember, a large percentage of tornados are rain-wrapped. This means that the sky doesn't even get dark. It just looks like a rainstorm. A normal one.
If the sirens are going off, that means there is a tornado that is on the ground in your immediate area. Go to fucking shelter. I don't care if it doesn't look like a tornado outside.
If there is a warning, that means there is a tornado on the ground in your county. Go to shelter. I don't care if it doesn't look like a tornado outside.
If there is a watch, this means that there is no tornado right now, but they're expecting some. Go about your business, but keep your phone charged and on you, and listen for sirens.
If a tornado looks like it's standing still, it's coming towards you. Down stairs. Now.
If the sirens suddenly cut instead of winding down, if the drains start sucking, if your ears pop, or if you hear a train, dive for cover like your life depends on it because it does.
A downstairs bathroom without windows, in the bathtub, covered by a blanket from head to toe, is the best place to be. On the ground, away from windows, covered by a blanket, with as many walls as you can between you and the outside, is good enough.
The Ides of March, coming soon to a coliseum near you. Knives not included.
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Free knives!!! Take one on your way down the dash!
is that a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me, hehehe wait what-
Wait, it got better.
He does this a lot, to my deep surprise in undergrad:
For reference, the reason nobody likes this book and you can press tofu with it is that it’s about 1600 pages long.
It’s also, by all accounts, the origin of Cousin Throckmorton