“I consider that a man’s brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose. A fool takes in all the lumber of every sort that he comes across, so that the knowledge which might be useful to him gets crowded out, or at best is jumbled up with a lot of other things, so that he has a difficulty in laying his hands upon it. Now the skillful workman is very careful indeed as to what he takes into his brain-attic. He will have nothing but the tools which may help him in doing his work, but of these he has a large assortment, and all in the most perfect order. It is a mistake to think that that little room has elastic walls and can distend to any extent. Depend upon it there comes a time when for every addition of knowledge you forget something that you knew before. It is of the highest importance, therefore, not to have useless facts elbowing out the useful ones.”
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, A Study in Scarlet
When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;
Gatsby? What Gatsby?
My friends and I had an awesome Guardians group Saturday night of ACEN and it was such a blast!!! I hope we can all do it again at another con soon! :D
Oh my god. I’m going to burst into tears. This is beautiful. Thank you so much. Oh, bless you. I’m trying really hard to suppress the tears and I’m wobbling into another stupid grin. Oh gosh. Thank you.
She sighed and ran fingers through her fluffy head of hair. As I watched her type, I tried to decide if she was pretty or cute or both or something in between. The light through the tree branches threw patterns across her light skin and I decided on both. She was a teacup sitting next to me and all I could do was hope to one day drink from her.
(Too cheesy? NEVER)
“A long time ago…”
yep, one more viclock.
My entry for Let’s Draw Sherlock, based on Mucha’s The Moon: