#luthorchickv2

Also just want to say your blog makes me smile so hard.

I’m getting away with canon isn’t real bc I know the actor died and I’m not sure if he’s dead in canon but if so I wish he wasn’t

I (I am very much not sick of it! hope you enjoy this )

“Tyrion,” Margeary greeted him with a winsome smile. “I’m so glad you could make it to the planning session.”

“I wouldn’t miss it. Where’s Renly?”

“Saving us a table, it’s slammed in there” she didn’t seem in any rush, weaving through the crowd as if she were entirely alone in the room.

Renly was already slouched in a chair, looking benignly amused at the crowd and Margeary and maybe life in general, “Hello. I ordered a round of mimosas and waffles.”

“Am I late?” Tyrion raised his eyebrows. “Or are you two being unusually efficient?”

“Why wouldn’t we be efficient?” Renly asked, bemused.

“You were nearly late to your own wedding.”

“I had to sharpen the crease in my trousers, it was important,” Renly protested. “You promised you’d stop ragging on me about that.”

“Did I?” Tyrion frowned. “Was that before or after the tequila shots?”

“Now, now, boys, settle. We’re here to plan Brienne’s bachlorette party,” Margeary’s eyes were tracking a waiter with interest.

“She’s going to want something small and quiet,” Renly considered. “And probably with no strippers.”

“Pity,” Tyrion and Margeary said simultaneously, then high fived without looking at each other.

“So, what do we do instead?” Renly smiled charmingly at the attractive waiter as he set down their mimosas. Margeary leaned forward so the man got a good view. Tyrion made a note to tip well.

“Nuke our combined libidos from orbit and start over?” Tyrion suggested. “I have no idea. She needs something... Brienne or she’ll just pretend to have fun and be sad later where we can’t see.”

They all took a drink, considering that.

“Hey, you know we went on a trip once in high school. For graduation, I think. She rode this one roller coaster three times in a row.”

“Oh no,” Tyrion’s stomach sank. “Not that. Please.”

“Do you have a better idea?”

“Kicking me repeatedly in the head would be a good start. Amusement parks are my personal hell.”

Margeary frowned, “Something active that the rest of us can tolerate. Oh! Oh, I have it!”

She told them. They could think of no good objections, so they toasted to it, ate waffles and talked decorations.

Sam, you pulled an adult on some kid. And forgot that you're an actual facts adults. Also I bet you are now being immortalised in a 'this one time -' story a bunch of the people around you are telling.

LOL I’m not even sure if anyone else heard me, you know how airplane accoustics are, but he definitely did. :D I swear I just meant to think it to myself.

I don’t think I ever really internalized that I’m an actual facts adult myself -- it took me realizing that this kid was probably 15-20 years younger than me to realize that I actually appear to have authority.  

winds-wanderer replied to your photo “Man, you guys, the Guggenheim is EVEN UGLIER IN PERSON. Nothing...”

Funny stories re the Guggenheim (from former prof who used to work there as an art handler). 1. The walls are a bitch for hanging art. Many drill bits were required. 2. The incline of each floor was too steep for driving small vehicles carrying art work. As for me, the distance between the wall and the rail is too narrow, preventing proper viewing of big art works. So Guggenheim = great architecture, shitty space for displaying art.

Yeah, I did a bit of reading on it and Frank Lloyd Wright never seems to be really interested in the ultimate use of the piece -- I think he was really a frustrated installation artist before they existed (hence the frustration). His architecture was art applied to structure, but he seemed heavily disinterested in what that structure was surrounding. 

jeanninedupree replied to your photo “Some photos I didn’t get to post today! Lanterns in a park in south...”

Sam, I don't know if you ever ran across the work of Rex Stout's sister Ruth, but it's well worth your time. She's mainly known as a gardening writer (author of "How to Have a Green Thumb Without an Aching Back") but her book "If You Would Be Happy" is good general philosophy of life.

Oh neat! I wasn’t aware of her, thank you. I’ll add it to my reading queue! 

jaythenerdkid-official replied to your photo “Some photos I didn’t get to post today! Lanterns in a park in south...”

I always read that the address of wolfe's brownstone (which changed quite a bit in the books, just like the name of wolfe's lawyer - IS IT NATHANIEL OR IS IT HENRY GEORGE,, REX) would put his house somewhere in the river. that plaque is so cool, though! wolfe is one of my favourite detectives. he and goodwin are my favourite bickering old married couple to go and visit when I'm feeling down.

Yeah, he shared with Conan Doyle a certain lack of concern with the finer details of his stories, but then I think he thought of them as fun little pulps -- he made them as literary as possible and he had some social commentary to make especially in the later ones, but I don’t think he ever thought they’d be seriously studied by people. 

There were definitely a lot of addresses I found when I decided I’d go searching for the brownstone (there aren’t any brownstones in that area anymore) but once I happened on the fact that there was a plaque, I decided to take the Wolfe Pack’s word for it :D 

sphinxyvic replied to your photo “Some photos I didn’t get to post today! Lanterns in a park in south...”

Gotta show this to Parhelion! We’ll have to look for it next time we’re in NYC!

It’s at 454 West 35th Street -- though I have to warn you there is no brownstone attached to it, it’s just a very nice kind of vintagey-designed apartment block. 

thetimesinbetween replied to your photo “Found hipster foodie Steve’s favorite coffee joint. (It is in...”

pause, i live here (in brooklyn)—where is this???

It’s called The Flat BKSpeed Coffee -- I guess it’s kind of a sales point for a coffee micro-roastery in the area? 

luthorchickv2 replied to your photo “Well I found something to top yesterday’s Vermeer.”

Was in a cab going up first when i was this post and managed to look out the window at exactly the right moment to see it.

Aw yay, how serendipitous! I actually quite like it, it’s weird and I’m not sure where it’s going but it’s having fun on the way there. According to news coverage, it’s meant to be a welcoming, whimsical first sight on the way to the new children’s hospital that’s going up nearby. 

persian-slipper replied to your photo “Well I found something to top yesterday’s Vermeer.”

Who is the artist? It isn't S. Johnson, is it?

No, although there is a Seward Johnson nearby, apparently, I passed close to it on the bus ride back from the doggo. It’s by Donald Lipiski. 

laughingacademy replied to your photo “Well I found something to top yesterday’s Vermeer.”

Too bad it wasn't raining, that causes the windshield wipers to turn on.

I HEARD. I was so mad too because it rained later that day! 

myotherblogisatardis replied to your post “The little statues are in the 14th St/8th Avenue stop, not 34th. St.”

Ohhhh... Those.... I *hate* those guys!

I have to admit the first ones I saw I was like “Oh, how cute!” and the second one I saw next to it I was like “Well that’s funny!” and then the more I saw the more creeped out I got. 

bobcatmoran replied to your photo “Okay kids, you said Ess-A-Bagel so here I am, and bagels aside, the...”

Midwesterner who lived in NY for a few years - I think the thing about NYC bagels isn't necessarily that the best NYC bagels are on a different plane than the best bagels in, say, Chicago. It's that the average NYC bagel is so, SO much better than the average bagel in a Midwestern city, even one as big as Chicago. And they're so ubiquitous.

That makes sense, and the ubiquity I will acknowledge -- the ease of getting a really good bagel in New York is undeniable. If I lived in a city where I could get bagels that good that easily, I’d have a bit of civic pride about it too.  

This does, however, reinforce my belief that people who hear the question “Hey where can I get good bagels in XYZ city” and respond “You can’t, go to New York” are being assholes. It’s not helpful, it just generates noise, and it’s worse now! Because it’s SO EASY to find good bagels in New York! New Yorkers should be sympathetic to the plights of those trying to find good bagels elsewhere. It’s the pettiest of punching-down maneuvers.   

truly-a-gryffindork replied to your photo “Okay kids, you said Ess-A-Bagel so here I am, and bagels aside, the...”

If you want a side of religious experience with your bagels you’ll have to go to Montreal

I am willing to test this hypothesis the next time I find myself in Montreal! 

lh7 replied to your post “Sam I have an important Chicago question: just north of the DuSable...”

hey @copperbadge​ this post on my blog was flagged

Thank you! Even Tumblr knows how atrocious Seward Johnson’s art is. I’ve had it unflagged. 

fanmouse replied to your photo “IT HAS BEEN A VERY EXCITING DAY. I went to Tal’s bagels for breakfast...”

I want to know if one of the silver pitchers in the Met collection belonged to Vermeer (or the model). Wishing you safe travels.

I actually backtracked yesterday morning to the public-access storage room and went through the rack of silver pitchers looking for one that matched, but alas, none had the right shape and spout. 

melinda-t-charville replied to your photo “Funnily enough mum used to complain that people randomly followed her...”

Thank you! I was able to find it now - you must have got a good deal bc they're selling it for $20 on Amazon!

@luthorchickv2 sent Logan some candy canes for Christmas and he is hoarding them all for himself 😏

“So when they ring the doorbell, what do you do?” Eddie asked, he had the third bag of candy he’d bought this week in one hand and a handful of Venom in the the other. Venom was sulking which meant he’d only begrudgingly manifested a single eye and a few teeth.

Nothing. 

“That’s right,” Eddie agreed warily. “Because no matter how many times they say trick or treat..”

They don’t want me to spew out your mouth and make them piss their flimsy fake selves.

“Costumes,” he reiterated. “We just...yes. Please don’t make any kids pee themselves or scream or call the cops on us.”

Eddie. I don’t like this holiday.

“Give it a shot. I think you might like the second half. And don’t think I don’t know who’s been using my mouth to eat Snickers all week.”

The doorbell rang and Venom soaked back into Eddie’s skin. His sulky silence was louder than a drum.  It wasn’t like Eddie got a ton of trick or treaters. The complex had only a few kids and there were rumors about his part of the building that kept all, but the bravest (and hungriest probably) away. So Eddie gave them generous handfuls and sent them on their way to spread the news that maybe the guy on the third floor talked to himself all night, but at least he was generous.

Now what? Venom stirred with interest as Eddie locked the door and put aside the empty candy bowl.

“Now for the magic,” Eddie turned on the television and put on his first choice of film. He’d chosen carefully so he wouldn’t bruise Venom’s surprisingly delicate feelings, but might intrigue him.

He hadn’t counted on a mere Earth movie scaring the shit out of him.

Eddie why is that child coming out of the television? A video can’t kill. This is absurd. Oh shit! EDDIE!

“Do you want me to turn it off?” he ran his fingers through the blackness of Venom’s exposed self. Right now it was mostly plastered to his left side and partially covering his left eye as if Venom was trying to hide the horror from him, but was too freaked out to do the job all the way.

No!  The girl did the creepy disjointed crawl across the floor thing. Too many bones...Eddie this is gross.

“You considered eating roadkill last week and this is grossing you out?”

Bones are disgusting enough already, Venom shivered and contracted closer. Too many small ones is worse.

After the movie ended, he discarded his second choice and went for something less creepy. Venom relaxed as Labyrith went on, sprawling over the couch more. He even perked up when David Bowie started singing. 

I like that man, Venom determined.

You just take care of you! :-)

  my boss is due in three weeks and she just walked...

I am dying laughing