I forgot for a bit there that airport selfie is now a required thing. (at Delta Terminal - LaGuardia Airport)
Just remember that jane married dean
had a baby girl named regina
and maura had a dead twin
JANE AND MAURA CAN’T BE TOGETHER BECAUSE THEY’RE NOT GAY IN THE BOOKS
In the books:
Frost is white,
Korsak doesn’t even work in the same precinct as Jane
Korsak retires and hooks up with Angela
Dean is a really good guy (I ship book!Jane and book!Dean 100%)
When Maura goes missing (they thought she died) Dean goes out, saves her life
Frankie isn’t a cop and is a complete asshole
There is no Tommy (I don’t remember the name of the 3rd Rizzoli child right now)
You can’t compare the books to the show. The only thing they have in common is that Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles are the names of the main characters. There is no comparison.
*I’m sure there’s other stuff but that’s all I can remember right now.
Most notable left out other thing: Daniel Brophy
Name of third Rizzoli child: Mike
and that is all my tapped out helpful contribution right now but I thought I’d throw those two in. :)
passive aggressive family members
"guess i’ll never be a grandma"
"guess i’ll never be an aunt"
"guess i’ll never be able to dress a niece/nephew"
stop feeling so entitled to my hypothetical offspring. it is not yours. it is mine. i will grow it if i grow it. and it will be mine. not yours. i am not an incubator which grants you familial titles. jesus. go away. this “have a baby i can play with” thing is so impersonal and insensitive and annoying.
my family never did this to me, but my ex husband’s family did a lot. so every time i was asked “when are you going to make me a grandmother/father/aunt/uncle/whatever?”, i told them i’d have babies if they’d pay my mortgage. i’d cheerfully go on about how the $1400/mo they’d put towards my mortgage would TOTALLY free up the money in my budget to cover all the medical expenses a pregnancy would incur, and then would continue to cover all expenses related to the child’s upbringing! they’d laugh and act like my request was ridiculous and i’d laugh and say welp then i guess i have to keep working full time unless someone wants to donate $1400/mo to cover how expensive spawning is! ha! ha!
and man, they fucking stopped asking.
I actually really, really, really appreciate how cool my extremely tiny family is. No one ever for a second dared assume I’d have kids; they pretty much all assumed I wouldn’t. No one assumed I’d be in a long-term relationship either, and yet still they have not changed gears to assume I’m having kids. My parents don’t give a flying fuck so long as they get a grand-dog or two someday (they also prefer dogs to babies) and there is literally no one else.
but bat’s comebacks are also winners.
of course, my dad who doesn’t understand that all of my friends are in the computer can actually still remember that most of my friends are in the computer: whenever he mentions specific locations he often refers to corresponding humans who happen to be my friend.
for instance: Leigh in Wisconsin and Leigh in Baltimore; Shannon in Texas and also the other one with the cool hair and the septum piercing (‘bat’ is apparently too complicated but he remembers your face); Hannah in North Carolina; there’s still someone in Arizona that’s the one who takes the dog pictures, Ivana, right?; Meghan near Buffalo; the girl who makes notebooks in Georgia (again, he can’t remember your name, but …); how many people do you know in Minnesota and Washington who don’t even know one another again?
my dad can, it seems, handle remembering people he has either met or seen pictures of or been hearing about a lot for a long time. but only if he can tether you to a location, otherwise he’s going to confuse you with someone else.
(though he remembers jeshala mostly because her brother’s name is Alan)
It seems that it takes three people to almost get a truck up this driveway and then give up and carry the thing in instead.
(My dad came in while I was posting this, I tried to move my monitor and explained it was because I was putting a picture of him online [or two] and didn’t want him to kill me — he’s actually amused that this post exists. Though he was utterly mystified as to why anyone would look or care. I think my dad doesn’t understand ‘my best friends are all in the computer.’)
15ish minutes later, I have a window seat in 1st class for no additional charge.
thank you, Delta agent whose name I didn’t get. thank you so much. you were worth the terror of calling.
delta moved me to an aisle seat that’s on the wing
two huge panic triggers in one!
now dealing in a third, called “calling the airline.” at least already being in crying hysterics is working in my favor here …
This was a crazy pigeon that was pestering a cat, but I want to believe there are flying cats in Russia.
(via Barselonna) On a side note, you suck at cat, cat.
The cool thing is that in the first photo, the wings not only match in colour, but look as if they’re be the perfect size for a winged cat.
anyone who thought of ‘catwings’ when they saw this post, thank you.
anyone whose childhood missed out on ‘catwings,’ which was a running serial when I was just a little younger than its target audience I do believe (I was like 5, and did indeed read it), well, you are definitely missing out, so: internet run, do not internet walk.
(I’ve still never read anything ELSE by Ursula K. LeGuin because despite all of my friends loving the left hand of darkness I never felt all that intrigued by it — however, catwings. seriously.)