A book that everyone would own...

January 1st, 1818 - Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley is published

6 January 1854 Actually, it is!

“How old are you?” she asked.

I told her my age, probably about 28 at the time.

“I’ve been reading fanfiction longer than you’ve been alive,” she said.

Here’s another story. A couple of years ago at GeekGirlCon they had an “elders speak” panel. It included some women who had organized Star Trek cons in the 70s and 80s. So, first off, we really have always been here, this is a kind of geekiness that has always belonged to women. And they talked about women doing fandom back then secretly, about having to ask their husbands for money so they could travel to meet other fans. And two of the women on this panel were a couple who’d met each other in fandom.

FYI In 1993, the most popular Superman website was run by a woman named Zoomway. She was a life long Superman fan who started the site after Lois and Clark hit the air and she had thousands of women (many of whom were older btw) who followed her site. She wasn’t some 20 year old kid. She was a grown woman with life experience decades older than most of you who was writing feminist commentary about Superman and attending fan expos before any of you were born. I was only a kid when I first starting reading her writing and she was the one who introduced me to Superman fandom. She died of cancer a few years ago and her loss was deeply felt.

then she cackled like a witch in a disney movie and dropped a few hundred on merch on cafepress

she’s a mom with two kids who are being indoctrinated in the ways of the force, and she’s glad that her eldest is now old enough to sit through the movies at the cinema - because her parents wouldn’t take her to the Ewok movie when it aired [she dodged a bullet, have you seen that?]

blew me away with its complex characters and relationships, and it’s loving, thoughtful portrayal of poly & queer relationships, kink, and unconventional families. Slow build romance! Some angst and internalized shame that get thoughtfully handled! Deeply imperfect but sympathetic characters! A relationship I was super invested in! The dramatic origins of Wonder Woman’s truth lasso! :D

It’s so good – and so sexy and emotionally intimate during a couple scenes that I was glad I was sitting between two people I adore and didn’t mind knowing I was aroused.

#Reichencrack is back.

Saturday, April 1. #Reichencrack tag.

Bring the silliest Sherlock theories and parody metas you can think of. Theories about any episode or topic are welcome, as long as they don’t make sense.

CHURROS HOLMES: She’s Dangerously Delicious

LMAO you guys are gonna love this…

Operating on the principle that the writers were purposefully fucking with our heads in TFP by stripping the narrative of all “emotional context” in order to get us too caught up to follow that “iron chain of reason,” I girded my loins and dove willingly back into hell to take another look at that headstone cypher scene, since it went by lighting-fast with a suspicious air of “don’t bother paying too much attention, just trust us on this.”

Once Sherlock realizes that The Clue is in the Graveyard, since the stones all had fake dates, he runs over to take a look. We are shown four headstones and their conflicting dates.

The numbers, in order by tombstone are then [134 1719], [28 9 1520], [1818 2426], and [1617 1822 32]. Sherlock is the one who decides on what order the numbers must be taken in, and mentally lines them up before himself.

Here is where Euros’s song comes into play, and the lyrics are shown on screen to be:

I that am lost, oh who will find me? Deep down below the old beech tree Help succor me now the east winds blow Sixteen by six, brother, and under we go!

Be not afraid to walk in the shade Save one, save all, come try! My steps - five by seven Life is closer to Heaven Look down, with dark gaze, from on high.

Before he was gone - right back over my (h)ill Who now will find him? Why, nobody will Doom shall I bring to him, I that am queen Lost forever, nine by nineteen.

Without your love he’ll be gone before Save pity for strangers, show love the door My soul seek the shade of my willow’s bloom Inside, brother mine– Let Death make a room.

If we number the words in each stanza and apply the headstones, which we are explicitly shown how to do, the solution to the puzzle becomes easy to apply ourselves.

Sherlock lines up the headstone dates and the lyrics of the song in his mind’s eye…

assigns each word a number (each stanza starts over at 1 and ends on word 32), and drops all the unnecessary words.

With only the words relevant to the solution to The Final Problem before him, we now get to watch Sherlock play Mind Palace Slappy to put them all in order according to Euros’s puzzle. There are four headstones and four verses to the song, so this should be a piece of cake, right?

Wrong! While Sherlock mutters the solution to himself as he goes along, the solution draws one line from each headstone, plus one additional line which was never part of Euros’s puzzle.

Given only the numbers present on the four headstones ([134 1719], [28 9 1520], [1818 2426], and [1617 1822 32]), the solution should be:

1) I am lost, help me brother 2) save my life 3) before my doom I am 4) my soul seek my room

But as we can see in the screencap above, Sherlock has clearly picked out the words “Without my love” (with second “lost” hovering in the background) which enables him to say aloud to us the solution:

1) I am lost, help me brother 2) save my life 3) before my doom I am 4) lost without your love save 5) my soul seek my room

The only way Sherlock could have possibly come by that 4th line is if there was another headstone with the numbers [28 1238] that was squeezed between the [1818 2426] and [1617 1822 32] headstones, and which would have split itself between the last two verses of the song (tacking on the 28th word of verse 3, and then words 1, 2, 3, and 8 of verse 4).

This is the “emotional context” which was not part of Euros’s puzzle, but which comes entirely from Sherlock himself in his efforts to solve it: I am lost without your love.

(via xpectopatronads)