Ruth (aka Red), 31, she/her. English by birth, Scottish by choice. Everything fine to reblog unless otherwise stated. I don"t reliably tag triggers or spoilers because I forget, so if that"s an issue for you, be careful/avoid.
Bi, cis, VERY white, sorta disabled, polyamorous, illustrator (art @ongoingart), Quaker, lifelong dork. My first word was "Zaphod". According to my dear friend Kofi, "a notable wit and raconteur." Probably NOT an octopus, several cats and a large snake in a human suit, but it"s best not to check.
I have now finished the Count of Monte Cristo and a) I would like to take back every unkind thing I’ve ever said about M. Dumas (pére) and his writing and b) WHAT A RIDE EH LADS. this shit has it all. shenanigans. machinations. poisonings. vampiric implications. hashpium, the double drug that double fucks you up. lesbians. priests. duels. a bit where a guy sees a man leave the room and come back in a little sailor suit and promptly runs home to blow his brains out.
loved it 11/10 if you’re gonna read it you should ALWAYS find a buddy with whom to discuss the adventures of Paris’s Sexiest Millionaire Vampire, our friend Eddie, every single day, because the running commentary Sam and I had going VASTLY improved my reading experience.
on reflection I think the most damning thing about Edmond Dantes is (spoiler cut for the 180-year-old novel, unironically, bc I would HATE to be spoiled it was SUCH a fun ride)
the best part of The Count Of Monte Cristo, though, and I won’t spoiler tag this cause it’s a solid sell for the book, is the scene where one of his enemies is briefly onto his schemes and goes around Paris meeting all Dantes’ personas to ascertain that they’re real and Dantes has to do a classic sitcom bit where he’s dashing around the city to beat the other guy to various places, quick change his costume and be like “OH HELLO MONSIEUR I SEE YOU CAUGHT ME RELAXING AT HOME.” [subtly reattaches fake moustache]
the second best thing is that every time one of his plans comes to fruition in the final act he also has to do a dramatic costume change so the person he’s talking too can be like “OH MY GOD YOU’RE HIM!!!!” and it is honestly such a fucking hoot every time. especially the time he has a guy on the ropes and he dramatically takes his wig off and the other guy squints and goes, “wait, are you…[another persona he’s doing]???? MON DIEU!!!!” and he has to be like
SIGH no hang on let me redo my hair and beard a bit and…TADAH!!!!
“GASP! you’re the Count of Monte Cristo”
UGH no don’t you know me from somewhere… ELSE?!?!
“Uhhhhhh…”
it’s good. it’s very good. he has so many shenanigans and 90% of them are so unnecessarily convoluted.
I have now finished the Count of Monte Cristo and a) I would like to take back every unkind thing I’ve ever said about M. Dumas (pére) and his writing and b) WHAT A RIDE EH LADS. this shit has it all. shenanigans. machinations. poisonings. vampiric implications. hashpium, the double drug that double fucks you up. lesbians. priests. duels. a bit where a guy sees a man leave the room and come back in a little sailor suit and promptly runs home to blow his brains out.
loved it 11/10 if you’re gonna read it you should ALWAYS find a buddy with whom to discuss the adventures of Paris’s Sexiest Millionaire Vampire, our friend Eddie, every single day, because the running commentary Sam and I had going VASTLY improved my reading experience.
on reflection I think the most damning thing about Edmond Dantes is (spoiler cut for the 180-year-old novel, unironically, bc I would HATE to be spoiled it was SUCH a fun ride)
Worst part about this is I’ve only ever used that yellow square emoji once and it was just to see how it looked. This isn’t who I am. However, in retrospect, I suppose it is
Reading through the notes is a surreal experience please keep adding more to fuel my effervescent consumption of non descriptive emojis
before 2020 if the office was closed because of a national emergency we would have got the day off but now we know how to do hybrid working I’m supposed to be able to pay attention to work when I should be watching the weather go nuts 🥲 life is cruel
maybe i’m a joyless bitch but i actually do NOT think it’s funny to see women being like “the house is just in my husbands name” or “my husband makes all the money” or “i don’t even know who our mortgage is with” or “the only bank account/credit card is his and i get an allowance” like i do NOT find that cute or romantic and i am begging these women to Stand Up. you should at least be named on the deed to your house and the title to your car and the bank accounts even if you don’t pay for them/earn all the money. you can’t stop existing in the eyes of the law and the credit unions simply because you have a husband. if you’re raising his children and washing his socks half of everything he’s got is yours and it needs to be yours LEGALLY BY NAME. “he takes such good care of me :)” girl you are a PRISONER!! that’s all
word on the street is that it will get wimdier as the storm proper has only just hit the west coast in the last hour or so
excited for that cause so far it’s less windy than it was last spring imo
ok so we popped out on the balcony to see how it’s looking
We’re in the lea of the building so it’s not super windy BUT. I was out there for maybe as long as one (1) minute about 10 minutes ago and it was SO COLD that I still can’t think straight. says ‘feels like -3°’ on the weather app but I don’t think I’ve been out in -3° and felt so IMMEDIATELY cold that my brain switched off before.
I have now finished the Count of Monte Cristo and a) I would like to take back every unkind thing I’ve ever said about M. Dumas (pére) and his writing and b) WHAT A RIDE EH LADS. this shit has it all. shenanigans. machinations. poisonings. vampiric implications. hashpium, the double drug that double fucks you up. lesbians. priests. duels. a bit where a guy sees a man leave the room and come back in a little sailor suit and promptly runs home to blow his brains out.
loved it 11/10 if you’re gonna read it you should ALWAYS find a buddy with whom to discuss the adventures of Paris’s Sexiest Millionaire Vampire, our friend Eddie, every single day, because the running commentary Sam and I had going VASTLY improved my reading experience.
