Conversations with a madwoman

So yesterday I made a ton of quiches. Quiches, quiches everywhere. For a period there torasin was eating them as fast as I could fucking cook them (observe the pie-eating machine in action!) but I restored yon balance and we settled down to eggy goodness.

This is an important excuse point.

Later on I settled down and watched me some Granada. And started making a few screencaps on and off (after repairing that goddamn gamma error in vdubb) Just random little pretty scenes that took my fancy and possibly iconnage.

( Then I paused at the wrong place and things went downhill fast )

There are no words. No words for the beautifully tragic comedy of this screen capture. NONE.

DEMMUUUUUS

DEEEMMMUUUUUUSSSS

PARECEL CAME! PARCEL FOR MEEEEEEEEEE !!!

*dances madly about you in utter glee*

PARCEL FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Trying to watch The Second Stain.

Keep getting distracted by the fact that Beans is being persnickity and Watson appears to have stolen his duds from Willy Wonka.

(I AM SERIOUS, WATCH THE START OF THE EP, IN THE PARLOUR WITH THE BIGWIGS. WATSON FUCKING WONKA)

And before I forget...

For xtinethepirate As promised :)

( SmmmmmmmmmmmmOKING )

Welp, I'm doing it. Grenada series meets Movie!Verse

UTTER FUCKING PORN IS ENSUING.

You know, it's a quiet day. I'm puttering about, cleaning my office.

Let me tell you, when you're sitting there watching The Hound of the Baskervilles, cleaning your keyboard, minding your own business, right up in the list of Things You Do Not Want To Happen is while watching the start with the death of Sir Charles on the moor with the howling and theme music and the spookiness and the dog leaps then a GIANT FUCKING POSSUM FIGHT ERUPTS IN THE WALL BEHIND YOU.

Jesus fucking christ.

Fucking brushtails. They hiss. They screech. They do these fucked up guttural coughs, and I'm sorry non-Australians, but there's no real way to portray the unearthly horrifying KWAAAAAAAAAAAAA-A-A-A-A-A noise they make in the middle of the night that even IF you've grown up around them makes you go "JESUS FUCK WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK WAS THAT?.

The ripping noises of their claws INSIDE MY HOUSE also do NOT help.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu