At a harbor in Thames River, London, Sherlock and John was monitoring a steamboat named Aurora from afar.
The hunting dog led them to the harbor, where they found out that someone paid a hefty sum for a boat ride on Aurora, but that person asked to wait on their call before departing. Sherlock deduces that they must be waiting for night to arrive before escaping.
So Sherlock had Lestrade prepare a high speed patrol boat for them. They boarded that boat and waited for Jonathan Small to appear and escape on Aurora.
John questions why they had to chase Small instead of just catching him immediately. Sherlock explains that Small would just target Mary when he gets out of prison again for the treasure. To prevent that, they need to make Small give up on treasure.
Small finally boards Aurora and the boat departs, with Sherlock and company following them. Once they get close to Aurora, Small finally notices them.
Sherlock yells at him, telling him that they know he’s involved with Bartholomew’s murder and how they took the Treasures of Agra.
Small replies that he has no plans on handing over the treasure and gets Tonga, Bartholomew’s murderer, to shoot a poisoned needle at him. John pushes Sherlock and himself out of range, and both of them shoot back at him.
Tonga is shot and dies, falling into the river. Since the boat can’t go any faster, Small realizes there’s no way he can escape and threw away all the contents of the chest into the river. If he can’t get the treasure, he’d rather no one else will.
This is what Sherlock had been aiming for the start. Small gave up on the treasure himself and got captured.
On their way back to Baker Street, John is relieved, saying that Mary is finally safe now, but Sherlock doesn’t seem convinced.
Once they got back, they told Mary what had happened. Mary inquires about the treasure and Sherlock replies that Small threw them all down the river. It was thrown near the wetlands, so it would be difficult to recover any of them without time and help from a lot of people.
From there, Mary breaks down and finally admits that someone threatened her to hand over that treasure, otherwise they would annul her marriage with John.
When asked who it was, Mary refused to say. However, Sherlock already had an idea who it was. He says there is only one person in London who would do such a thing. Charles Augustus Milverton.
In internet / social media commenting culture there’s the sort of assumption that’s so subtly and almost ubiquitously present that I can only really put a finger on it in its absence. This almost-universally expected element for comments and statuses in an online context could be labeled wit I suppose, which is vague but I can’t quite think of any other single word or brief phrase that captures it. The expectation is present both in social media statuses and in comments under statuses or in many types of online forums.
The expectation is that whatever you’re writing, whatever point you’re making, is either very heavily serious/sentimental (e.g. announcing the death of someone close to you or deploring a tragedy in the news) or a commentary, either as part of the discourse or a relating of someone happening in one’s own life, which must have a sharp (and preferably somewhat original and non-cliche-sounding) point to it. There has to be some subtle degree of humor behind the point being made, at least if it isn’t a purely argumentative response to someone else’s view. There is typically some very minor inference left for the audience as to whatever broader point (political, personal, or whatever) the commenter/status-writer is gesturing towards. Things are never spelled out 100% bluntly and baldly somehow.
And the reason I’m having trouble describing what I mean in the above two paragraphs is that I believe this is ingrained in our social media and discourse culture as such a low-key undercurrent that I don’t consciously notice it the vast majority of the time – again, it’s more that I notice its absence at once on the rare occasion when it’s absent. Recently it’s been on my mind because I’ve been perusing a small online space where it’s conspicuously absent by (of all random things) gradually going through the archive of old For Better or For Worse comics on the website GoComics: occasionally there are commenters who post under these comics and there’s somehow a complete lack of attempt to be incisive or make a new point or do anything but straight-up explain the joke a lot of the time (hereandhere are typical examples). I’m oversimplifying over thousands of examples obviously but there overall seems to be a complete lack of “wittiness culture” in that space, and I honestly can’t think of any other online space I frequent where this is the norm – the closest I can come to it is the way boomer-age people often seem to act on Facebook (but the regular commenters under the FBoFW comics come across as quite young). I notice something similar on the Peanuts archives at GoComics, except that there are more commenters such that every day there’s exactly one featured comment available which on average is of only marginally higher intellectual quality.
I feel like I’m still not quite getting at what I mean very well, but maybe someone else knows what I’m talking about and can describe it better than I can?
For the last time. A bear is a FAT hairy man. FAT. FAT. Say it with me because it’s not a bad word. Bears are fat men. Stop showing me dehydrated and muscular hairy white men. That is not a bear. That is some generic white guy I don’t want to look at. Give me real bears or give me death.
there’s a difference between a bear and an otter. learn it.
I will never ever be over THAT being our first conversation
I am infamously known for my first impressions. It usually works in my favor, but sometimes I wish I’d just stop
svsss genuinely feels like its set in muppet land and then comes a scene where the love interest is cuddling a corpse
it’s set in muppet land and sqq is the one (1) human character in the movie and he’s just being romanced by all these muppets
sqh is actually also a human, rendering their mutual wild surprise over discovering each other’s secret transmigrator identities much funnier
sqq’s plant body is just a sqq standing there operating a muppet
This makes LBH not recognizing plant body!SQQ 100x funnier, since I imagine SQQ is, in fact, really bad at moving around the plant body muppet.
yeah absolutely! >:3
please also picture this with still 100% normal human sqq standing there, but he’s got a little muppet guy perched on his arm that everybody’s adressing all their interactions to
Some things never change. While we didn’t get to 100 exactly last week, it got pretty close.
Woah, so that’s a big correction.
Chris got probation in August:
Rock singer Chris Robinson, 24, was sentenced to six months’ probation when he pleaded no contest to a charge of disturbing the peace during a late-night beer run. The court dismissed an assault charge.
Robinson’s group, the Black Crowes, had played a May 29 concert in Denver, when he went to a 7-Eleven for beer and was turned down because it was after midnight. He allegedly spit on another customer, Elizabeth Juergens, who asked, “Who are the Black Crowes?”1
Whitney’s concert at the Hampton Coliseum was canceled on July 2nd due to “sluggish sales”:
The July 5 concert was killed Tuesday by promoter Dimensions Unlimited of Washington, D.C. Only 2,500 of 10,000 tickets had sold, said Alysia Taylor of Dimensions Unlimited. Even additional television advertising failed to sell the show.
Taylor said a mutual decision to cancel was reached by Houston’s New Jersey-based management company and promoters. It was the first cancellation of an East Coast appearance by the singer.
“It’s horrible,” Taylor said. “I think it hurt us really badly that people got to see Whitney for free a few months ago.”
Houston’s Easter Sunday concert at Norfolk Naval Air Station aired for free on the Home Box Office cable network. 2
What exactly is a dinette? There were stores devoted to them back then, but all I’m seeing is a dining room set. Webster’s says a dinette is a “small dining table and chairs” 3
The Bushes had Graves Disease, which is a thyroid disorder. Millie had lupus.
That motorist was Rodney King. 4
Tops reached their highest in 1991. They’ve never been that high again.
This is messed up. You know how years ago I would share the bottom 100 from Spy magazine? Well, in the 1991 edition, there was an entire section of ridiculous murders : 5
I’m sure that kid is wearing cutoffs that original said “Colonial” but now they just say “COLON”. Colon shorts.
Okay, so here is the thing, the newspaper’s microfilm copy that is on ProQuest is missing the Lifestyles section. I’ll try to fill in the pieces.
There was supposed to be an article about how the Virginia Living Museum built a dinosaur exhibit in the old Miller & Rhoads department store at the Newmarket Fair Mall. I found this article from a special insert from the day before.
My dad took me to this while mom shopped at Sears. I wish I remembered more from it, I just remember that it was at the mall, and I got a cardboard dinosaur pencil case afterward. I wish I had more memories of going places with my dad, he’s not close with me anymore.
WOAH WHAT ARE THE ODDS OF THIS ARTICLE AND THIS AD RUNNING TOGETHER.
I used the Eugene Register-Guard to fill in the comics page:
oh, this was a couple of months after Elly had April, the accident baby.
You know how the strip has been in reruns since 2008? They’re currently running strips from 1993. The original strip ended right when I transferred to another college in 2008 when I was 25. We’re getting old.
This paper was an absolute dud. For one, it’s a holiday paper, and two, it’s a Saturday paper. Double ugh.
“A mortuary in Orlando, Florida offered free funerals for drunks who kill themselves while behind the wheel.”
Why do I feel like this was a way for Thalhimers to create a mailing/phone list?
What is your favorite TV show illustration? Mine is the last projection TV, the one that looks like this trench coat guy is sitting in a courtroom, judging people. Ugly projection TV girl up top is my second favorite.
I’m pretty sure this still runs in Daily Press. I always wondered who actually saved these for their Sunday School Scrapbook, and what on earth a Sunday School Scrapbook ever was.
Oh! This was right before Susan Saint James starred in Kate and Allie, a show I’ve been meaning to watch. Charles is some hot shot reality TV producer now, and rescued his dad from a plane crash in 2004. Time to feel old and useless.
Here is more information about the fire at Coleman Nursery, which was home to a giant Christmas display until 2004:
On Dec. 31, 1982, local fire departments received a call for help from the Coleman’s property. At approximately 7:20 p.m., fire broke out at the nursery.
Fifty firefighters responded to the scene and combated the blaze, which burned past 9:45 p.m.
While there were no injuries reported, Winter Wonderland did not fair as well. While the Snow Palace and trainland display were spared, four buildings were reported as destroyed with the animatronics that inside, including Junie Lancaster’s original sleeping Santa. All told, the nursery clocked in at $2 million in damages.
While it seemed hopeless, the community showed Twiford and Morgan what Coleman’s Winter Wonderland meant to them. Bennett’s Creek Rescue Squad, who would raise money at the display each year, worked to raise money for the nursery.
Donations flooded in from all over the country, totaling $20,000. At least one of the manufacturers of the original display figures offered to remake many of the pieces, charging less than half the cost for them. Residents donated decorations, plaster snowmen, and even a hand-carved carousel.
Finally, another sleeping Santa was purchased (though the new one was notably absent of its predecessor’s feather).
Morgan said, “If you have a disaster, people will bind together in this country and get you back on your feet. It really makes you humble.
Arson investigators determined that the blaze was intentionally set, though the case remains unsolved. 1
I was the Scrimpalotz family in my 20s and 30s when I was unemployed with no friends. I’ve never been the Whoopitups because I have a ~SeNsItIvE StOmAcH~.
mm! I think I remember this For Better or For Worse storyline from a collection I bought from the thrift store when I was a teenager. John (“daddy”) drank too much on New Years Eve and Lynn (mom) got pissed.
Oh! I was right!
I’m getting big Beavis & Butthead vibes from this, you know like if the boys tried to create their own 1-800 sex line, but since they’re dumb they called women instead of women calling them.
So, there was a comic strip based on the TV show Dallas.There’s a great writeup on this site about how the strip didn’t last very long and how it had rotating illustrators who never seemed to get the characters faces right. The strip ended in 1984.
