in which everything still comes back to Holmes
I showed Stockholmare skulle bara skjutas to morthel. (For those of you who don't speak Swedish, the chorus has the following lyrics: "Stockholmers ought to be shot with special poisoned gunpowder. Stockholmers ought to be sprayed with DDT to put an end to them.") This led to the following conversation:
Me: Btw, special poisoned gunpowder really exists. :-)
Her: How do you KNOW that?
Me: Things you learn by reading the afterwords to Sherlock Holmes-books. :-)
Me: Description of a jezail: "A long and heavy, Afghani rifle, the charge of which also contains additives to cause grave infections in the wound."
Me: = Special poisoned gunpowder.
Her. You have read too MANY Holmes-books (too many is one (1))
Me: I have read three now...
Me: Including a collection of short stories
So, you know, whatever the subject, it always returns to Holmes. Hence, have a couple of links!
Chibis showing the various dynamics between different film versions of Holmes and Watson.
Don't mess with John MF Watson.
Oh, and for those of you reading on LJ... yeah, there's the new icon. ;-)
***
But hey, there are other directions that conversation could have taken! More meanness directed towards Stockholmers, for instance. I don't think I've told this story, which was apparently named the funniest joke in the world by Reader's Digest. Personally, I find it kind of funny, but my friend A. cracked up completely when I told her.
A Stockholmer comes down to Scania (Skåne) to hunt ducks. After a long hunt, he manages to shoot a duck, which falls down on a farmer's land. When the Stockholmer arrives to pick up the duck, the farmer has already taken it.
"Hey!" says the Stockholmer. "That's my duck! I just shot it!"
"Well, it's on my land," says the farmer. "That means it's my duck."
They argue about whose duck it is for a while, neither one giving an inch, until the farmer says, "Okay, let's settle this with a crotch kick."
"A what!?"
"I kick you in the crotch, then you kick me in the crotch, and whoever makes the least noise gets the duck."
The Stockholmer doesn't like the sound of that, but he tentatively agrees, and the farmer gives him a full-force, heavy-booted kick in the crotch. The Stockholmer falls to the ground and writhes in pain, but not a moan escapes his lips.
After a long while, the Stockholmer recuperates somewhat and stands up, telling the farmer, "Okay, now it's my turn."
"You know, I've thought about it," the farmer says. "You can have the duck."
Me: Btw, special poisoned gunpowder really exists. :-)
Her: How do you KNOW that?
Me: Things you learn by reading the afterwords to Sherlock Holmes-books. :-)
Me: Description of a jezail: "A long and heavy, Afghani rifle, the charge of which also contains additives to cause grave infections in the wound."
Me: = Special poisoned gunpowder.
Her. You have read too MANY Holmes-books (too many is one (1))
Me: I have read three now...
Me: Including a collection of short stories
So, you know, whatever the subject, it always returns to Holmes. Hence, have a couple of links!
Chibis showing the various dynamics between different film versions of Holmes and Watson.
Don't mess with John MF Watson.
Oh, and for those of you reading on LJ... yeah, there's the new icon. ;-)
***
But hey, there are other directions that conversation could have taken! More meanness directed towards Stockholmers, for instance. I don't think I've told this story, which was apparently named the funniest joke in the world by Reader's Digest. Personally, I find it kind of funny, but my friend A. cracked up completely when I told her.
A Stockholmer comes down to Scania (Skåne) to hunt ducks. After a long hunt, he manages to shoot a duck, which falls down on a farmer's land. When the Stockholmer arrives to pick up the duck, the farmer has already taken it.
"Hey!" says the Stockholmer. "That's my duck! I just shot it!"
"Well, it's on my land," says the farmer. "That means it's my duck."
They argue about whose duck it is for a while, neither one giving an inch, until the farmer says, "Okay, let's settle this with a crotch kick."
"A what!?"
"I kick you in the crotch, then you kick me in the crotch, and whoever makes the least noise gets the duck."
The Stockholmer doesn't like the sound of that, but he tentatively agrees, and the farmer gives him a full-force, heavy-booted kick in the crotch. The Stockholmer falls to the ground and writhes in pain, but not a moan escapes his lips.
After a long while, the Stockholmer recuperates somewhat and stands up, telling the farmer, "Okay, now it's my turn."
"You know, I've thought about it," the farmer says. "You can have the duck."