I read Stephen King's The Mist when I was pretty young and to this day, even a moderately heavy fog gives me a foreboding niggle.

As someone who initially parsed the comment as the commenter intended, this entire thread has made me laugh harder than I have in ages. The image linked above, however, pushed me over the edge and now I have a hopeless case of the giggles that is bordering on painful much like an insidious case of hiccups. My eyes are…

I *want* that painting and will fight you for it, Myles. That said, I would also happily settle for a poster print since an original Clyde Holmes-Watson (né Pontecorvo) is probably worth more than I can afford. I would also like to heartily applaud Sherlock's ingenious reloadable drinking straw paintbrush.