Be warned, I sometimes post bad poetry. Mostly nerdy re-blogs though
Deb Caletti, The Fortunes of Indigo Skye
Library of the Istituto delle Scienze, Palazzo Poggi, Bologna (by sdhaddow)
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Next to the multi-tasking, attention-deficit frenzy of the Web, the printed page is blissfully disconnected. What might have been interpreted as print’s weakness turns out to be a strength: print is serene and meditative in a world where these qualities are ever more scarce.
And if print is cold, it is offset by the warmth of paper. Set against the harsh glare of Vistas and e-books, paper draws you in, each page soaking up and softly reflecting light. That’s why we so often find ourselves printing copies of anything that takes more than a few minutes to read. We shuffle the pages, we feel their weight, we scrawl in their margins, and the paper itself communicates: a deckled edge conveying a certain refinement, the thickness or texture catching our fingers, the turning of a page imparting momentum to the text itself.
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Is this what happens when Sherlockians leak into other fandoms?
Is this what happens when Sherlockians leak into other fandoms?Is this what happens when Sherlockians leak into other fandoms?
We really need season 3 as soon as possible.
We should start renting ourselves out to other fandoms.
Got a tough problem you can’t solve? Hire a Sherlockian!
Nagging doubt about your favorite series? Hire a Sherlockian!
No question too insane; no detail too tiny to miss.WE ARE THE FANDOM THAT WAITED. And then got bored.
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So, in the wake of reading this terrifying shit, Postcard and I started chatting, as you do, about the zombie apocalypse. Here are some things Postcard and I enjoy: zombie media, common sense, and YELLING ABOUT STUFF. Thus, for your reading pleasure, please enjoy our simple…