A Girl Gone Wilde || Kitty. 28. She/Her. Housewife femme || NYC || Professional assistant to artists, academics and other forgetful types. Personal blog.
Pictures from a photo album belonging to a teenage girl attending Dana Hall School in Wellesley, Massachusetts in 1896 - the same time Rachel was a student there.
I literally do not understand why more people don’t watch deep space nine. It is such a great show! I believe it comes the closest to modern television storytelling of all the star treks. Plus it’s not just another trek show that has way too many humans and almost no aliens other than the ones that show up once a week for the humans to proselytize to. Amazing cast, great stories, fantastic acting (most of the time but hey) and the grittiest of all the Treks.
Starting off 2019 with a fit of insomnia in which I lie here and catalog all the ways in which my loneliness is entirely of my own making either because I’m disconnected from a reality in which I am not alone or because I’ve pushed everyone away on purpose to feed some kind of self-pity complex OR I am in fact a worthless lump incapable of genuine or healthy emotions who can’t connect with other humans and has just briefly tricked people into interacting with me, probably for harmful selfish reasons.
y’all have seen that biography documentary about SH where David Burke plays Dr Watson and he tells their story and talks about Holmes being retired and keeping bees and how they met and everything and it’s just A LOT??? if you haven’t please watch it immediately >>>here<<<
also he says his memory has never been entirely reliable asdfds
please look at his face when he’s telling how Holmes deduced him when they met
here he’s saying the “three continents” line
and this is… yeah, reichenbach, pain, sorry
what is wrong with these people, gaaaahd and why do i want to make a rubbing of that plaque
Happy 138th anniversary of Watson meeting Holmes for the first time! T-T
-A woman came in with a skirt made of neckties. Just. Neckties, all strung together to make a skirt. She had leggings on underneath, thank god.
-Been asked for the Mona Lisa
-Been asked for the Sistine Chapel
-Been asked where the dinosaurs are
-Been asked where the animals are
-Been asked for “The Bitch With The Pitcher” (Vermeer’s “Woman with a Water Pitcher,” by the way)
-Been asked for “The Girl With The Pearl Earring”
-Been asked for the Mona Lisa
-Got bored and learned the name of every single one of the Buddhas
-Got bored and learned the name of five Chinese dynasties (long day in Asian Art)
-Chilled in the Buddha room
-Watched someone escorted out for trying to take a nude photo in the Arms and Armor section
-Been asked for the Michelangelo’s, then the Raphael’s, then the Leonardo’s, then the Donatello’s (they were naming ninja turtles)
-Heard curator in Musical Instrument section play Night On Bald Mountain on giant historical pipe organ while laughing maniacally.
-Fielded a day when a filthy counterfit version of the museum program was disseminated among visitors, guiding them to the filthiest art in the museum – such as the painting of Cupid peeing on Venus
-guarded Cupid peeing on Venus
-Been asked for the Mona Lisa
-Been asked if I had seen the First Lady of Mexico (she had gone missing)
-Been asked for that one sculpture of Kronos that is featured in Percy Jackson WHICH DOESN’T EXIST GUYS (directed children to sculptures of Poseidon with trident instead, children were very happy)
-Witnessed two Secret Service Agents get into a swordfight with pieces of packing material.
-been asked by a very polite Fransiscan monk in full brown robes if he had found ‘One of us. He has gone missing.”
-Found missing monk and returned him to the herd
-Coworker was asked for the Ark of the Convenant
-Same coworker was asked for the Baseball Hall of Fame
-stopped about 15,000 people from poking that one lion statue in the nuts
-saw a woman in a banana suit with banana shoes take a picture in front of an Egyptian temple
-Been asked for the Mona Lisas (plural)
I’ve got more but this is what I remember for now.
I’d love to have heard Night on Bald Mountain with maniacal laughter!
Time to go to a New Year’s dinner party so I can reflect on the fact that I’m incapable of forming healthy relationships (which is probably why people abandon me) while definitely wanting to curl up under my bed and die instead of literally anything else.
