I Like Detective Stories. And Detectives.

Well, allow me to introduce myself to you as an advocate of Ornamental Knowledge. You like the mind to be a neat machine, equipped to work efficiently, if narrowly, and with no extra bits or useless parts. I like the mind to be a dustbin of scraps of brilliant fabric, odd gems, worthless but fascinating curiosities, tinsel, quaint bits of carving, and a reasonable amount of healthy dirt. Shake the machine and it goes out of order; shake the dustbin and it adjusts itself beautifully to its new position.
-Robertson Davies, Tempest-Tost

Just the usual fangirl geekery, with quite a high level of ridiculousness. You know, Doctor Who, Sherlock Holmes, Cabin Pressure, Frankenstein, science stuff, about a million books, a slightly high level of curiosity, and a Cheshire cat for good measure. I have no control over my enthusiasm. Oh, and sometimes I inflict my art on you. Sorry.
In the words of Neil Gaiman in Sandman: The weirdness has been getting worse.
Oh, and anyone who guesses who the writing lady in the sidebar image gets nothing in particular, but tell me if you know...
Currently sojourning in England, questing after the wild hedgehog. (Not really but sort of.)
Previously grinningcheshire

So this is really horribly embarrassing… But I just found this on my desktop, which reminded me I never answered it… It has been there over a week now… Sorry. Anyway:

13. Ah. Well, usually it goes the other way: I’ve gotten more shit for not liking certain things than for liking certain things. But that is mostly because so much of what I love is so weird that I just keep it to myself, I don’t really share my musical tastes. I’ve enjoyed a long, long love affair with Tom Petty’s music, that’s probably the thing I’ve been teased most about. Usually, the grief I get given for my musical tastes falls into the “You like that? My parents like that! Urgh!” category. *cough*alsomyloveofseashanties*cough*

14. Anything I want to rant about? My dear, I’m afraid asking me that is a little like pulling down a damn that spans a mighty river… but here’s one thing: conversion between different systems of measurement. I mean, there is absolutely no reason why we shouldn’t have a global measurement system. It would make so many things so much easier. Baking, for one. Seriously, I cook almost every day, and all the recipe requirements are in cups, teaspoons and tablespoons in my head, but all the English measuring cups and spoons are labeled in fluid ounces, pints, and milliliters. I know it’s a massive “first world problem,” but if you’re as incapable of math as I am, a really frustrating one to deal with every day. So yeah. That is really tedious.