My parents are here. They brought food, cards, presents, warm clothes, hugs, and food. Life is good.
When they got here, I took them on a tour of campus via a rather circuitous route based around the submission of my final paper. After, Mummydear helped me tidy my room and wash my dishes1 while Daddy played on my computer. Then we took a cab2 to their snazzy hotel4 and ate dinner at a nearby pub. Then we hung out in their hotel room again, where they pretended to make plans5 and I attempted to thaw out. Then they sent me in a cab back to campus so I could pack, shower, and sleep.
***Spoilers for Sherlock. If you haven't seen it, go watch it now, then come back for this paragraph.*** Also, spoilers for The Princess Bride, but if you haven't seen that, then there's no hope for you.
Seriously. Have you watched Sherlock yet? Because it's an awesome show and you really ought to. If you don't, and you read the next paragraph, you'll want to, but you'll be kicking yourself for reading this and therefore already knowing how it goes. So you should really just take my word for it and watch the show. It's only three episodes (so far), so you really have no excuse not to. It's not like you have ten years to catch up on or anything.
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The cab ride is when things get interesting. Now, I'm not saying I suspect the cabbie of being a serial killer, but still, I couldn't help but wonder…was he working for Moriarty? Would I be forced to chose one of the pills under threat of an elaborate cigarette lighter? The cabbie's game was similar to Wesley's, but the presentations are different enough to prevent my ability to win the way Sherlock and Wesley did. Wesley rigged the game. We saw the Sicilian's thought process in working out which cup to drink from, but it didn't matter (to either of us) in the end because both were poisoned and Wesley was immune. Now, we can assume Sherlock was correct when he chose the pill, because he is brilliant, but we were not treated to his thought process in choosing that pill. So when I found myself in a cab facing the (distant) possibility of such a game, I had no advantage over the bottles.
Okay. To those weirdos who ignored me and didn't watch Sherlock, but were at least smart enough not to read where I told you not to, you can start reading again now. I'm done with the spoilery bits.
So that's my night. Oh! For the first time in I don't know how long, I submitted my paper a couple hours before the deadline. I'm feeling pretty impressed with myself. Feel free to ignore me; I'm going to go pack now. And by "pack" I mean "throw random stuff in my suitcase and hope I have everything I need."
A poll: I've compiled a short list of possible tumblr names I'm currently considering. Which do you like? One of these, an idea of your own? If you have any questions about how I came up with them (some are from quotes9, just holler. And leave your votes in the comments below.7
Own the Night
Splendiferousness (or Splendiferoni)
Not Always Wise
Boldly Going Nowhere
Aim to Misbehave
Words Between the Lines
Stubborn Things
1. Thanks, Mummydear!
2. After waiting fifteen minutes outside3 for it.
3. Today was cold and drizzly. I am sincerely reconsidering the affection I placed in this country.
4. Their shower has a rain faucet. As in the water comes from the ceiling. And the tub has a TV and a tray that goes across with a stand for a book. I could live in that tub. And their bed is about as big as my entire Box, with big enough pillows to cover my bed in squishy comfort.
5. They say they made plans, but I have yet to hear anything definitive, so I am still rather doubtful of these claims.6
6. I can say these things because they only have internet access via my computer, and since we're travelling together, what could I possibly blog that they don't already know?
7. Oh, yeah. Beggin' for comments like a fanfic author whoring herself8 out for reviews. Not that I've ever done that…
8. And bam! Sexism, or is it? Am I overturning the generic "he" by using a generic "she"? Or am I making an unsupported assumption that all fanfic authors are female? (and where does the whoring come into play?)
9. Props if you can figure them out, though.
9. Props if you can figure them out, though.
I am uber jealous of the swankiness of your parents' hotel. I've always loved the idea of those rain faucets....Also, I appreciate the sudden sexism question that goes deeper than it probably should and messes with the reader's mind. I might have to contemplate that one a while....I kind of like Boldly Going Nowhere, especially because it kind of brings up considerations of the condition of humanity if you really dig deep.
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