So the thought of an Idris Elba-voiced Lochy gave me funny feelings and made me wonder about rule 34 and the Loch Ness Monster. And it does exist. Of course it does, I say, heaving a great big sigh.

Hm, I don't recall it bothering me. The chocolate frog is more whimsical and brief as opposed to the turtle scene being so fucking lingering.

Hot damn! I just ordered it. Not a lady, not that it matters, but that's a double edged sword of shame about history's gay ladies. On one hand, they weren't raided so no arrest warrants (yay!), but it sounds like they were even more hidden than gay men (sigh). I'm definitely on the lookout for more queer history- I…

Adding these to my list, thanks! I've read the David Carter Stonewall book, which I devoured. I also have the Queer History of the United States, but it's basically a Buzzfeed article on really interesting moments of queer history. I use it as a jumping off point for further reasearch.

I got an uncut DVD bootleg off of ebay about 12 years ago or so when I was in high school. I watched it alone in the middle of the night and when it was all done, the only thing that was on my mind was the terrible turtle scene. I thought I'd cheer myself up by eating a piece of delicious pre-formed Otis Spunkmeyer…

I could kinda see him as the piano player, which might be satifying to see his demise?

Hello, new favorite useless bit of showbiz trivia!

Maybe I'm just extra exhausted from a particularly shitty workday, but that headline. That fucking headline is making me tear up, you monster.

I've been working my way through the complete Sherlock Holmes stories off and on the past few months, along with the deluxe Invisibles, almost done with the first volume. I tried to get into Outlander, made my way through 300 pages and…. I dunno. Something's not clicking or I'm getting burnt out on nonstop reading but…

THE YOUNG MAN PLAYING WITH THE TROLLEY: IN SPACE

Now I want a Belle and Sebastian album cover story story.

Oh god. I never realized how truly claustrophobic I am until I got into that rickety little pod, knowing not only was I in it for the whole way up, but the only way back down was to crawl back in.