My wife, who I love dearly, has a mania for baths. A three hour bath is not unheard of. I cannot tolerate it. My preference is a steam vent that flays the filth off.

No baths. Only showers.

Those whom the gods would destroy, they first make moist

One must imagine Sisyphus moist

There is a certain kind of whimsy which I will tolerate, but cannot define.

Like the classics:

Hot drink opaque/cold drink transparent, and

Dry cake bad, moist cake good, damp cake bad.

I have a very low, some may say no, tolerance for sentimentality.

“My name? Jond. Bames Jond.”

Brown bin. Chepstow. Rising, Monday. Green bin. Falkirk High. Suspended.

I’d hoped to take a trip down to catch it but I’m stuck on a training course for work. I had a great time speaking at @miskatonicihs.bsky.social last year so I’m sure you’ll be well looked after, @bronteschiltz.bsky.social

I’m fine with adaptation, even fast and loose “based on” interpretations, as long as it serves the narrative but GdT’s changes make me feel he doesn’t really understand the narrative. As soon as I saw the Creature chasing Victor I was all…

I increasingly find GdT’s films to be very superficial. The pretty heavy changes he’s made, ostensibly to make it more obvious that Victor is the baddie, just undermine the original work.

Why did the working folk of 19thC Edinburgh have cockney accents?