BronxWench

And I’m back in action again.

Well… it’s been a strange few days, that’s for sure!
Here are some examples of “alternative facts” for reference:
Despite photographic evidence, in terms of visible crowds, less is more.
A unicorn just flew past my window with a can of Red Bull in its mouth. It had a sign around its neck saying it was a Pegasus.
Being sent abusive comments means you are guilty of harassment.
The world is actually flat.
There is no such thing as marmite.
I do not have work in the morning.
I am not going to bed.
I am not saying goodnight.

All I know is that rain is the most appropriate thing to happen today...

I have put a ban on any channel that might show the orange menace’s face for the entire weekend. I’m going to pretend the world stopped on the 19th and live in my little bubble until it pops, until then I will be watching a marathon of cartoons with the kids. That is all.

Well…
This morning I turned on the TV and threw up in my mouth a bit.
I haven’t done that since the day Diana died. And for many of the same reasons.
 

My C drive is failing so I’m going to be offline for a bit until everything is sorted.  Computers, I have a great love/bitter hatred affair with them!

Nightmare for Snape (as headmaster), an entire year being sorted, each student having those bottle green eyes.

My apologies, but this was too good not to share. Found on one of my political sites who came on it via George Takei, here is the Sunday Herald’s (Scotland) TV section:

Awesome…

Oh it got up to 112F today, not 110F?  Thanks Mr Weather Man, that makes me feel so much better.

It is likely there will be a new chapter of The Teacher tomorrow.
 

So yesterday I knitted a bobble hat for the dog. You can’t tell, but she’s really impressed.

Quote from my mum: “Trump has a face like a disappointed fish.”

Over Christmas (as we do every year), we watched the entirety of ‘Pride and Prejudice’ while engaging in our own particular hobbies. Mostly, the quiet ones, like sewing, although every now and again it does precipitate one to cry out in a most alarmed fashion upon discovering an earlier miscount of stitches.
Be that as it may, I came upon a sudden startling conclusion whilst watching this year, which has to do with my dislike of our modern-day “celebrity culture”- and it is this:
Almost everyone on the entire planet has turned into Mr. Collins!
It’s true. Think about it for one moment. Remember the ugliness of his infatuation, and how well he considers himself for enjoying the “condescension” and “patronage” of Lady Catherine de Bourgh. You could easily replace that woman’s name with any featured in the celebrity section of our news outlets today and lose little meaning. And, just as in ‘Pride and Prejudice’ Lady Catherine has little claim to our (or Lizzie’s) adulation, our admiration or even our respect, except for that which society bestows upon her.
In light of the above, it is possible that we can draw a straight comparison here between Lady Catherine and any of the Kardashians, or Kanye West, or Donald Trump. As for Mr. Collins… I respectfully and humbly suggest that if you’re in the habit of grovelling to people with no claim to your consideration besides their excessive wealth and status – please stop. The rest of us are Lizzie. We are not Charlotte Lucas. It’s unseemly.
 
My apologies. I haven’t been writing anything. And now I have a piano lesson. And actually, I think I might be Lydia. Oh, well.

I am building a small solar-powered toy robot. 
At this point, I’m assuming the “educational” aspect of this toy for children is the eighty page assembly booklet, in Chinese.
 

“Comfort and Joy” is finally done! And only 8 days after Christmas.

Yay!  The first chapter to my holiday fic’s sequel is finished.  Probably be several weeks untilI post, but at least it’s finished.

One is supposed to stay up *until* midnight for New Years.  Instead, I wake up, my mind’s wired on my story, and I can’t get back to sleep.  Oh well, I don’t have to work tomorrow either, so may as well get some writing in.

Happy new year, guys  

2016, how I hate you. Several days ago, we were watching a modern take on A Christmas Carol, and checked to make sure Liz Smith was still alive as she has been in three versions of that story. Today, when I was showing my mother how to use the voice activated google search on her phone, she asked it first about Liz Smith, since we already knew she was all right (or so we thought).
RIP Liz Smith, who died on Christmas Eve.
Seriously, I can’t even… *sighs*

Aaaaaaand RIP Debbie Reynolds.  Wonder who it’ll be tomorrow.

And RIP Richard Adams, author of Watership Down.

2016 NEEDS to end!  RIP Carrie Fischer

COUPLE OF KIDS LAST WEEK AT WORK: We’ve never heard of BlackAdder. What is it?

KID AT WORK TODAY: I didn’t know who George Michael was until I saw the news this morning.

Clearly, these kids live on a different planet to the one I inhabit.

And to all a good night!

RIP George Michael.