Twins Dipper and Mabel Pines are sent to spend the summer with their great-uncle, Grunkle Stan, in the mysterious town of Gravity Falls, Ore. Grunkle Stan has the kids help him run The Mystery Shack, the tourist trap that he owns. The twins try to adapt to the weird surroundings but sense there is something strange about Gravity Falls and begin to unlock its secrets. When Dipper uncovers a cryptic journal that offers insight into the town’s mysteries, he and Mabel use it and their enthusiastic desire to vanquish evil to battle the imminent mysteries that surround them.
Author’s note: I went back and realized that the dates in Rose’s blog posts don’t line up with the story, so I switched them. Plot is the same, just a minor shift in detail.
Posting this to AO3 a little later, as I have to do some other stuff.
Saturday, October 28, 2017
I know I promised a review of two
new chip shops in the west end, but something strange happened. I
went to the restaurants and sat down. I read their menus. I ordered
meals and ate them. I paid and left. But I sort of don’t remember
much of anything about them. Nothing stood out to me in any way. The
food was edible, the décor simple. Speedy service, friendly staff,
I was bored.
In the first shop (no names today,
since this is not a formal review), I vaguely recall dark browns and
greens, and maybe some big windows. I ate every bite, so I’m sure the
food was good, though I can’t really recall what it tasted like. My
overwhelming impression of the next shop was that it was too hot
inside, and there was an odd smell. I ate what at the time seemed a
rather unremarkable meat pie, but honestly, I can’t remember the
flavor well enough to describe it.
That’s not really fair though. The
truth is that my mind was preoccupied with a little blue box—which
is much bigger on the inside than it looks on the outside—with
funny metal grate floors and quirky, curvy pillars, and round lights
on the walls, and everything pink and yellow and aquamarine. And
inside the blue box is a table with my name on it, and I’m pretty
sure a big plate of marvellous chips are sitting there waiting for
me. And it’s all I can think about.
So. I’m just going to have to go
back to the west end tomorrow. There’s nothing else for it. I’ll
take down a proper review this time. Although I’m not so sure about
that pie, as I’m beginning to feel a little unwell.
A Reddit user posted these strange photos taken of his Uncle at the Grand Canyon:
Nobody knows about this story, but I will tell you reddit! This is about my Uncle. I think it was the late 70s or 80s; I cant remember which, but my uncle is old hes like 50 now. Anyway he took a trip to the Grand Canyon with his friends. They were driving along the grand canyon and stopped near this area with hedges/brush on the side of the canyon and decided to take one of your standard funny Grand Canyon pictures. They had a really funny idea; my uncle was to stand on the side of the canyon with a fishing rod and pretend to fish off the side of the canyon. So they ended up taking the picture, and shortly after packed up and drove off. So they took the roll to be developed and when they saw the picture they noticed something very strange. In the picture, not far behind my Uncle, was a man dressed in all black with pale white skin standing there in the brush just staring at the camera with a knowing smirk on his face. He said he and his two friends were in that spot for about 15 minutes. My Uncle and his friends claimed that they did not know this man, that they were the only ones in the spot, and the Grand Canyon was vacant of tourists at this time of year.
Yuuri and Christophe totally met at one of the banquets and Chris asked Yuuri if he wanted to “get out of here ;)” and of course Yuuri took it literally because he wanted to leave the party so they walked and chatted (and Christophe flirted) all the way to Yuuri’s hotel room together and Yuuri kindly thanked Christophe and shut the door in his face
There’s something quite strange about me being an action star. I’m only beginning to realize at my age that you shouldn’t ever think you’ve reached cruising altitude. I did not expect to be over 50 and doing a film that was so physically challenging.
Happy 57th birthday, Colin Firth! (September 10, 1960)