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Schmerg The Impaler's Secret Laboratory

@schmergo / schmergo.tumblr.com

Schmergo, 30, Washington DC denizen, lover of literature, fan of fluffy cravats and falafel. This blog is a garbage disposal of corny jokes, memes, Shakespeare, classic lit, Les Miserables, musical theatre, pop culture, history, and assorted other hijinks!
Anonymous asked:

just wanted to say, ive been following you for like at least 5 years or so now and it's really nice to follow your life updates and wedding planning etc! wishing you all the best <3

Aww, thank you! That is extremely sweet!

I started dating my now-fiance around the time I started using tumblr, so there is a real timeline of our relationship going on scattered between all the silly posts I have on here. We'll have been together for 11 years when we get married later this year!

Anonymous asked:

I just wanted to say I think you are a person who is truly beautiful inside and out! I hope this isn’t weird your blog just brightens my day and makes me laugh really hard and you posted an outfit photo and it looks very nice! So I wanted to tell you. Hopefully this makes you smile like your blog makes me smile! If not ignore me fhcjfjehjejdjcjcc sorry

This isn't weird! It's really nice! Thank you! I'm sorry I didn't see this earlier! I work from home, so it's easy to just wear PJs all the time-- I like to deliberately make the effort to put together outfits sometimes just to keep from falling in that run even if only people on the internet see them.

Every time I see you on my dash I am forcefully reminded of one of the first fanfics I ever read literally ever, involving strawberry poptarts with the toaster lever taped down, and Jamba Juice, and a pink Cadillac… and the nostalgia and overwhelming desire to go READ IT AGAIN despite having entirely abandoned the original media it was about washes over me and takes me back to a happy place I’d almost forgotten about. Thank you for putting that glorious bit of comedic fiction into the world. ❤️

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So for some reason I haven't checked my inbox in months and now I have all these nice messages-- thank you so much!

The funny thing about that story is that I wrote it in one weekend while I was bored at district chorus, and I typed it up because I thought it'd amuse my sister-- I had no idea how many other weird teenagers would enjoy it, too! I basically put every inside joke or running gag or reference I had into that story, so looking back at it is like a time capsule of everything I thought was funny when I was 14.

Me: Spends two years saving up for the wedding, specially sets aside chunks of my income specifically for the wedding, deliberately plans my budget around this big upcoming expense

Also me: Checks my bank account and utterly freaks out because my balance is lower than it was earlier this year.... because I spent the money on exactly what I intended to spend it on at the time when I planned to spend it.

There's a part of my mind that still thinks the wedding is two years away when it's actually less than two months away!

Considering the warm reception the Cuscus has gotten here I have a hunch that people might also enjoy the Colugo

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I do also enjoy colugos, they are indeed very Shape!

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wow, I don't think I've seen this many Animal Opinions since the Hammer-Headed Bat thing

also to answer the multitude of questions in the notes- no, colugos aren't related to bats!

they're related to YOU.

colugos are primatomorphs, a group consisting of all extant primate species and their close relatives! for this reason, they're often referred to as "flying lemurs".

they're mostly nocturnal and spend their nights gliding around from tree to tree, jamming pretty much whatever plant material they fancy into those adorable little faces before scampering off like a tiny Mothman.

also the mom colugos will glide with their babies on board and it's really cute

Their face is EXACTLY like when the camera zooms in on an anime character's forehead cuz they're about to fucking snap:

I love how about a third of the characters in the Game of Thrones universe have some silly little nickname and personal catchphrase that everyone uses with perfectly straight faces while having serious conversations. Every council meeting is like,

"My lord, the Spatula grows more treacherous by the day. He must be stopped."

"The Milkshake is right, Your Grace. Soon his forces will be encroaching on the bay, into the lands of Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy."

"This has not escaped my notice, Ser Boring Guy With No Nickname. The Spatula is the gravest threat to the kingdom. But what can we do about it?"

"I have ten thousand troops ready at your command. Simply say the word and they will march to his castle gates. You know my house words, Your Grace."

"Yes, yes. The Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard."

I love Seward and Renfield so much they’re just like

“Renfield, I have done much Psychology on you and determined that you are an Incredibly Weird Old Man.”

“Interesting conclusion, doctor. After some deliberation, I must agree with you. I am an Incredibly Weird Old Man.”

I quite enjoyed the new Elvis movie, especially Austin Butler. I was way more excited for this movie to come to HBOMax than I really had any sensible reason to, but this is the type of movie that just activates the part of my brain that enjoys Shakespeare history plays where miserable dying kings in expensive glittery costumes say things like, “Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.”

If I were making this movie, I’d make one major change. Not actually to make the movie better, just for fun. This film doesn’t shy away from bold, strange choices or deliberate use of an anchronism to draw parallels between Elvis’ career and the 21st century. So if this were my movie, I’d cast Tommy Wiseau as Colonel Tom Parker. Just kinda playing himself, wearing his usual wardrobe, doing his typical shtick. Never deliberately lampshaded or referenced, just doing the exact same script without any changes.

You’d get the same general effect of, “This is a weird, off-putting guy. He looks weird, he acts weird, he sounds weird. When the camera zooms in on him, it sets off your flight or fight response because his vibes are uncanny. He has an idiosyncratic and untraceable accent but won’t say where he’s from. He uses turns of phrase that nobody else really does. He doesn’t really seem to know much about the business he’s breaking into. He’s quite unprofessional in his professional relationships. And he just generally seems sketchy and unsavory. But you also just can’t stop watching him.”

And you’d save a LOT on prosthetics and makeup.

I was talking earlier today about how I didn’t wear shorts for like 5 years when I was a teenager because I felt awkward in them, and even now I have a really hard time finding shorts that fit properly. I always either feel like I am so scantily clad as to not belong in polite society or like I’m swimming in super baggy long shorts.

But my friend in Bri gave me these shorts the other day and I think they’re really cute and actually FIT and I wanted to make one more summery outfit before it gets too cold! (It’s vintagey inspired because I just watched the Elvis movie. And yes, my shirt is a swimsuit top. I haven’t had a chance to wear it this summer. Call me Little Edie Beale if you must!)

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oh u can have this post i don’t want it

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Gee, thanks mista! Oi Avent had a post to me own since and mum n pop died of influenza! I'll be certain to cherish it as if it were me little brutha who died from influenza also

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Woss-all this then? You cheeky li’uhl buggah, wheh’d you get that post? Didn’t I tell you wha’ ‘appens to li’uhl boys that steal posts, hm? If your dear old mum knew she’d catch influenza with shame.

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Oh no, Officer! I know ‘im, and ‘e’s a good lad; ‘e ‘elped me find daddy when I was lost in th market! I’m sure my father would be happy to let me pay for th’ post! Father is just around the corner getting influenza

'Ere offisah, dahn't truss that littuw giwl, orrite? She's the one wot stole foive bob from me larse week she did, when i was recovering in St. Urchin's 'Ome For Those With Influenza. And I sorer shewwin 'er ankles to some poor gent dahn the pub yesserday arfernoon while 'er ol' dad stole the poor bugger's influenza roight aht the man's pokkit. She's a baddun orrite. Fling 'er dahn the nick.

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if i knew they were gonna make my post british i never would’ve gave it away

Sometimes I wake up in a thundering panic like OH NO I FORGOT TO DO MY PROJECT ON GLASSBLOWING AT JAMESTOWN AND IT’S DUE TODAY and then I remember that I’m 30 years old, the glassblowing project was in 4th grade, and not only did I do it on time, I got an A on it. I feel like once you know that’s how I often start my day, that explains a lot about me.

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You know a guy is going to be evil in a piece of historical, fantasy, or historical fantasy media when his niece or nephew exclusively refers to him as Uncle and he and his brother almost always call each other ‘Brother.’ Take this short scene for example.

GOOD GUY: (Bursts into the throne room with much fanfare) Ah, it’s been too long since I walked these halls!

KING: (Sitting on the throne) Eodmar! How unexpected! You’re back from your voyage already! My daughter will be so excited to hear your tales of the lands across the sea!

PRINCESS:(Entering from a side door excitedly)  I thought I heard your footsteps, Uncle Eodmar.

GOOD GUY: (Smiling broadly) It’s so good to be back where I belong.

CONTRAST THIS WITH THE OBVIOUS BAD GUY VERSION!

BAD GUY: (Skulks sinisterly into the throne room, gently strokes the throne) Ah, it’s been too long since I’ve walked these halls!

KING: (Walks in the door behind him, startling him) Brother! How unexpected! You’re back from your voyage already! My daughter will be so excited to hear your tales of the lands across the sea.

PRINCESS: (Entering from a side door, with an air of disdain) I thought I heard your footsteps, Uncle.

BAD GUY: (Smirking evilly, his eyes drifting toward the throne again) It’s so good to be back where I belong… Brother.

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Double points if there's a scene later where Advisor is like, "Your majesty... dare I say your Brother is.... sketchy" and the king pounds the table and knocks over his goblet and is like, "He is my BROTHER!!!!" And the camera zooms in on the spilled goblet hissing and steaming and burning a hole through the carpet.