Sherlock at least may have been in the water a bit longer than I'd originally suspected, given his pockets were full of duckweed. I asked him why, and he said he wanted to look at it under the microscope - a suspicious answer at best since he knows perfectly well what fits on a slide (hint: not whacking great handfuls of anything at all).
He asked if I'd thrown it away. Not yet, I said.
S: Can I have it back?
J: Why?
S: Because.
J: Because why?
S: I bet it would grow, I could grow it in the bathtub and have lots of it!
He's settled for growing a somewhat more modest amount of it on his windowsill. What he wants with lots of duckweed is another question entirely, but I suspect the answer is simply so he can have lots of duckweed. An end unto itself.
In other news, apparently I'm going to ride a motorcycle tomorrow, or at least hang on tightly to Lestrade while he rides one. I'll try not to tip it over.
Also, Justblue sent this to me a few days ago. Why me and not Lestrade I'm sure I've no idea. I'm confident he would be proud to post it on his own blog.
He asked if I'd thrown it away. Not yet, I said.
S: Can I have it back?
J: Why?
S: Because.
J: Because why?
S: I bet it would grow, I could grow it in the bathtub and have lots of it!
He's settled for growing a somewhat more modest amount of it on his windowsill. What he wants with lots of duckweed is another question entirely, but I suspect the answer is simply so he can have lots of duckweed. An end unto itself.
In other news, apparently I'm going to ride a motorcycle tomorrow, or at least hang on tightly to Lestrade while he rides one. I'll try not to tip it over.
Also, Justblue sent this to me a few days ago. Why me and not Lestrade I'm sure I've no idea. I'm confident he would be proud to post it on his own blog.
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*blinks* Go Sherlock. Even I'm going to have to think for a bit about what you can do with great whacking handfuls of duckweed. Also, that is the greatest macro I've ever seen. Lestrade should be proud. Lestrade should have them replace his defaced picture with that.
On that note, could the anonymous troll be the picture defacer? And if so, am I allowed to commit acts of grievous mayhem upon them until they are smote from the Earth and their names are stricken from the book of life and spoken never more?
Because I would, if you like. Sherlock could help.
Toodle!
Bronwyn
I think perhaps the duckweed was like Everest. You know, because it's there.
Probably the thing to do is ignore the troll. Although I've never been so tempted to ask their mum for a favor.
Ignoring is probably best. The balance of probabilities is that it's only some twat with nothing better to do with his time than rile people for fun. Such people are unmoved by both logic and threats. And unlike the little bastards my mom told me to ignore when I was getting taunted in primary school, they can't actually hurt anyone.
I love that picture. And you should absolutely give Lestrade the choie of which pic he wants on his profile- that macro or the Young Constable Lestrade one.
I agree, absolutely. Although I'm still keeping a copy of the other one. It's the only one I've got where he's actually smiling.
Um, well. Thanks, Justblue, that very excruciatingly embarrassing. I mean, er, kind and flattering.
Actually, it did give a lot of pretty miserable coppers a laugh, and for that I really do thank you. My team have already found time to print it out and stick it on my office door.
Bronwyn - the picture has been replaced already, with something slightly more up to date than the one on my blog, but no less cheesy. And I don't know who the troll is, but I've made a lot of enemies during my career. And I'm a trained professional as far as taking abuse is concerned, so don't worry on my account. Some anonymous coward clearly struggles to find much enjoyment in life.
Did you have to explain to them what GQMF meant, or did they already know?
My god, that is the most amazing macro ever.
Duckweed choked ponds - so smooth and flat and green - make me want to try walking on them. Logically I know it won't work, but still... the urge is there. Like standing at the top of a very high precipice, looking over, and wondering what would happen if I jumped.
@Bronwyn - I approve of the smiting idea. Think you could use your chemistry skills to rig yourself up a flaming sword?
At the old house, in Dartmoor, there was so much ground that looked like that when you got out to the bog. Nearly impossible to tell where the solid bits stopped and the treacherous suck-you-down-to-a-soggy-death parts began. I still can't believe how long Sherlock ran wild out there without getting in serious trouble.
Some of them knew. All of them were surprised I knew - except the ones who read all this.
Sally nearly gave one of the old boys a heart attack she screamed so loudly with laughter and glee.
I think it's the smaller "goddamn" in the corner that really sells it.
I'm pleased to have helped brighten their day. I'm thinking of putting it up on the front door here as well.
Danger - I'm barely smiling in it. But you keep telling me i don't frown all the time...and don't you dare put it on any doors.
And Sherlock had some sort of sixth sense, I reckon. Maybe he should be an explorer later in life? Or a bog snorkling champion.
I'll probably be here til late tonight. No idea how late. Ok if I turn up at an ungodly hour? And...don't worry, but I got a smack on the head earlier. Doc says I'm fine, just a bit of a lump, and a headache.
Smack on the head from whom and why? Who got you to actually go see a doctor? Sally, I suppose - thanks, Sally.
Turn up whenever you like. I'll save some dinner for you.
From a suspect, because he tried to slam a door as I tried to catch him (suspect nil, door 1, met police 1) and I of course went to see the doc under my own steam, once he was booked in.
And thanks. I'm so hungry that any minute now Bob and Midge will be writing me a charity single and organising a concert.
I can bring you something if you like?
Bollocks. He went because the doctor was here anyway, and I threatened to tell you.
Thanks for the picture, it's a good one!
He should put it on his Christmas cards next year. Thanks, Sally, I had a suspicion it might've happened like that.
It was sent to you and not Lestrade because he's entirely too modest and would have kept it to himself. :D Thank you for the publc service you performed by posting it.
Enjoy the duckweed. I don't know how well it's going to last on Sherlock's windowsill.
\o/
I shall pretend I haven't seen through your pathetic ruse to come and check up on me (Sally will assure you that my skull is thick enough to withstand abuse from a flimsy council door) and say 'yes' to food...if you're able to leave the SwampThing and Mycroft?
BUT - and I want you to take this seriously - we're investigating the murder of a little boy from this morning, so there are lots of pictures and things up everywhere. And I know you've seen terrible things in the Army, and being a Doctor, but this is brutal and pretty harrowing, and you haven't had to deal with stuff like this since you've been close to the boys, and I don't want to be the one who adds to the horror in your memories, okay? So I can come down, instead of you coming up, if you call me when you get here.
It was barely subtle enough to be called a ruse, but hush, you're still getting food out of it. And so is Sally if she wants some? Anthea and Mrs Hudson are teaching the boys how to play poker. I think Sherlock may turn out to have an unfortunate talent for it.
Sherlock? Poker? Surely that can't be a good idea.
Sally will doubtless bite your arm off at that offer, and I'll try and send some of the others for refs while we eat. Otherwise you might find a queue forming.
You could bring some painkillers though. Ibuprofen or something like that?
Absolutely. I'll be there shortly. Mrs Hudson is sending enough biscuits to build you a new office with as well.
I swear she has some sort of reverse-black-hole of the biscuit world in her store cupboard.
It would explain a lot.
PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT - From here on, John Hamish 'Danger' Watson shall hereby be known as 'Saint Danger - patron Saint of hungry coppers everywhere', after performing the miracle of injecting life into us with the provision of dinner. Please all address him from now on as 'Saint Danger'. Thank you.
Now get back to work, Sally. And you might want to wash those plates.
If you didn't already have a head injury I'd box your ears with those plates, SIR.
Thank you, John, that was very kind of you. You're welcome back any time!
You know, now I really want to make an icon (in the religious sense) of Saint Danger with the Holy Biscuits of Mrs. Hudson... Maybe a teacup in his other hand?
Sometimes, I long for the good old days, when sergeants respected their DI.
Annoyedwabbit - you should. Dress it in striped pyjamas. Mess up its hair, add biscuits and tea (mug), and you will basically have your own little Saint Danger.
You okay Danger? You were a bit quiet. Thanks for the food - I will try to be quiet when I get in later. Just do a final sweep before you go to bed of Sherlock-related deathtraps for me?
Sally - You're quite welcome. I was glad of the excuse to make sure his brains weren't dripping out his ears.
L - You respected your DI, did you? Never gave him any lip?
Don't worry about deathtraps (although I do always check), I'll likely wait up, so the lights will be on.
Are you kidding? My first DI was scarier than any criminal I've ever come up against! Perhaps some of the others, though...
My brains wouldn't drip. It's just dust up there.
You don't have to wait up! I've no idea what time I'll be back. Depends if we get any more test results back tonight, and when various briefs and social workers turn up. If ever. Get some sleep. And get some for me, too.
I don't think sleep is going to happen tonight. Turns out I should've listened to you about the pictures and so on. Sorry.
Oh, Jesus, I'm sorry! You should have said. I'll be home as soon as I possibly can. Try and...I don't know, distract yourself? Watch a stupid film? Borrow one of Mrs Hudson's trashy novels?
I should've warned you better. I know you're used to all sorts of violence, but I am aware it's different, what we see. I wish I could give you a hug right now.
I'm fine, don't worry about me. I just don't think sleep would work out terribly well right now.
I'm fine, don't worry about me
Aren't those my lines? And do they EVER work on you?
Want to call me? Talk about it? Blog about it? Do something to stop it all swirling about inside your head?
Mycroft, if you're still up, go and give John a hug from me, would you? You might be too old for hugs, but he isn't, okay?
No one hit me on the head with a door, I'm perfectly all right. I'm just going to watch telly.
I've just noticed how many question marks I managed to put in my above comment.
Okay. But I really will be home as soon as I can. I can nip in and clear up the loose ends tomorrow morning.
Thank you.
No problem.
Just waiting for one more phonecall, and I'll be on my way.
Finally! On my way. Be with you asap. If I can remember where you live... (no, seriously, painkillers are working. Headache reduced to dull throb.)
And so, in the year of our Lord two thousand and eleven, it was ordained that the thirteenth day of April would hence be named Saint Danger day, in honor of the Patron Saint of Hungry Coppers And Extremely Intelligent Children.
And yes, every capital is necessary. Have a nice night, you two.
Yikes... Sorry about the pictures, Danger. Hopefully the test ride with DI GQMF will be distracting.
I can offer only the small consolation of liking the bluish-white background more than the old green one.
Yeah, I think I like it better too.
And the pictures... He was so close to Sherlock's age. Even looked a bit like him. That's all. I'm not normally so easily shaken. Though I won't pretend I'm not glad L came home earlier than he'd planned to.
Silly stories, John. Get yourself laughing and it'll be better. I had to spend ours watching/reading stupid humor after I did my first serial killer case study. Don't ask who it was, you sincerely don't want the guy in your head, but a bit of laughter and I slept pretty well.
Though, I still refuse to let my students do reports on him. Too, too awful.
Alternatively, I suppose you could continue to indulge your blogs schizophrenic tendencies and keeping changing the background for a while longer. *cheesy grin*
Feel better.
Toodle,
Bronwyn
I only change it once a month! Well. Unless I get complaints. This one's rather restful though. I might leave it a while.
Now I'm curious to know, Bronwyn. I'm kind of a morbid person though, I just plowed through a couple books on HH Holmes (no relation, I'm sure!). But then it's different when it's real. And the killers that go after kids give me the screaming creeps.
Hope you settle yourself down enough to sleep at some point, John. I find it helps me turn my brain off if I watch cartoons I've seen a million times before and do sudoku. Of course, I've been doing sudoku before bed for so long I have my brain trained to think sudoku=sleepytimes.
@Lindsey, Dean Corll. You've been warned. It doesn't help that my mother grew up near this wacko.
Toodle,
Bronwyn
Yikes. Just skimmed the article, too close to bed for anything in detail, but that's some nasty, nasty stuff.
People just terrify me. I will never understand how they can go so desperately wrong in the head.
I'm always a bit of a restless sleeper during the serial murder unit. The boys find it fascinating right up until they stumble on one that hits too close to home. I'm very glad it's a senior level course and I know they come out of it with far more respect for what the police and forensic investigative do, but it can be a hard class to teach.
Toodle,
Bronwyn
It was pretty horrific. Even a few of the officers with kids shed a few tears.
It's odd, sometimes you feel like you should be professional and control yourself, but other times, because, sadly, you do get used to it, you feel a bit less than human for not being upset.
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