The Detection Club looks like it might be fun, but I wonder about one thing: Why did the creators decide to make Miles Jupp look exactly like Chesterton but make Bryony Hannah and Cara Theobold look nothing like Christie and Sayers?
For the record: Christie was tall (5'8", unusual for the time) and fair, and somewhat formal in her public appearance; Hannah is short, dark, and petite, and is dressed like a dumpy schoolmarm. Sayers was also often called tall (though there’s no record of her actual height), increasingly stout from her late 20s on, with short dark-brown hair and a flamboyant eccentricity of dress often remarked on; Cara Theobold in the show is bright blonde and almost a fashion plate.
There’s no reason why the show should adhere to the facts in this matter — but it’s so particular about getting GKC right (the hair, the pince-nez, the cape)! I find myself thinking that she show would be more visually interesting if Christie’s traditionalism were contrasted to Sayers’s eccentricity.
You all know how much I love micro.blog, but one thing drives me a little nuts: When I post something that has an error, immediately see the error and correct it, and then have to wait … and wait … and wait for the corrected version to go live. And it seems that every time that happens I get messages from people telling me I made a mistake and I want to shout “I ALREADY FIXED IT DAMMIT.”
PSA: The body of water formerly known as Lake Waco will hereafter be known as Lake Ayjay. I have also renamed the Brazos River as the Ayjay River, and the Bosque River as the Other Ayjay River. I will not be taking questions at this time.
Just learned about Freston Tower from a friend who stayed there.
“Pencil Magazine is a themed print publication featuring work created entirely with graphite pencil and paper.”
I’ve been locked out of my Baylor accounts — I changed my password and now neither the new one nor the old one works — and I’m trying to decide whether that’s a bad or a good thing.
Dickovers, baggravation and botiquette: 18 new words to describe our tech hellscape:
How much time do you think we have collectively spent, as a species, convincing robots that we are not robots? By now, we must have wasted several millennia ensuring we have clicked all the various parts of a bicycle on a captcha grid of someone’s front garden, or sliding a jigsaw puzzle precisely into a pixellated hole, or clicking a box that says “I am not a robot” as if the internet has suddenly discovered the honour system. Listen, if we ever want to pretend to be robots, let’s do it the old-fashioned way, by covering ourselves in tinfoil and beep-booping our way into an enemy moon-lair.