i am like losing my mind this is so funny
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“Breaking into a cemetery”? Sam, dish the tea, please! (And not into Boston Harbour, either). What sort of sightseeing exigency required burglarizing the marble orchard? And how did you evade the gendarmes? This sounds a bit “Leverage”. (Or something a young Steve Rogers might pull.)
Looking back, I'm gonna say like 70% was me being young and stupid and 30% was probably ADHD-fueled impulsivity.
Copp's Hill Burial Ground sits on the flat top of Copp's Hill, with walls all the way around and entrances on opposite sides. The other two sides have houses butted up against the cemetery on one, and a tall wall with a long drop down to the street on the other. Signs posted outside of it say that it opens at sunrise and closes at dusk.
When I got there, which was early but well after sunrise, the main entrance was still locked. I walked around, looking for another one, and on the opposing side (the Charter Street entrance) the gate was also locked, but the wall is very low and so is the fencing. If you look at it on Google Streetview you can see that for a reasonably athletic person it would be fairly easy to get up on the wall and vault the fence.
I thought, well, it's supposed to be open, so probably I won't get into trouble if I climb in. Ah, youth.
So I did, and I had a very nice time; I didn't disturb or vandalize anything, obviously, I just walked around and looked for the gravestones I'd wanted to find (Prince Hall, the Mathers, etc). I still have photos I took that day:
[ID: A scanned film-camera photo of a cemetery, looking east towards the water, the sun barely touching the tops of the trees; the gravestones are laid out in irregular lines, cut through with brick-paved paths.]
Anyway, I spent a lovely hour or so amongst the stones, and then I happened to look up as a large SUV drove past the west entrance. It slowed down and I felt like it was...looking at me, very clearly visible as the only person in the cemetery. So I started strolling back towards the east entrance. Sure enough, not long after, a police car pulled up to the west entrance, lights going, and I took off running.
I cleared the fence pretty much in a single leap and darted down Charter Street, ducking into an alley where I pulled my coat off and stuffed it in my messenger bag, figuring that would make me harder to identify. The messenger bag converted to a backpack so I did that as well, pulling out the straps and shouldering it. I then strolled Incredibly Casually down the next cross-street to the Old North Church, which was open, and ducked inside just as the cop car rolled past again. I settled down in one of the high-walled pews for about half an hour, just to be safe, and I didn't hear the sirens come past again. It's quite a pretty little church anyway and I had a book, so it wasn't a hardship.
Should I have broken into the cemetery? While it was laughably easy and I had good intentions, probably not. But nobody was harmed, so while it's not a good example to set it's still a fun story to tell, especially in person (I do hand gestures).
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Readers, I submit my Humble Publication to your Hands from the Very Shadow of the Duomo of Florence; We have taken up Residence in a Quality Lodging-house, the Name of which, you will forgive Me, I shall not disclose. I Last visited the Fair City Myself as a Much Younger Man; In those Days, while we were All Sorts of Infamous, you would Never hear of it as One would Now. I Pray the Nymphs and Satyrs of the Giardino di Boboli, and that Generous Benefactress who extended her Hospitality to us in those Days Before it Opened to the Public, have kept their Peace (as I have Mine). Now the City is in Equal Measure Romantic and Respectable, Enough of the Former to Please my Nieces, and of the Latter to satisfy my Notions that they are at Little Risk of Great Mischief.
Yet who is Immune to the Charms of the Italian Spring, Premature though I may be to name it so? The Skies are Clear, the Air Mild, and in the Boulevards and Gardens those Early Buds of Green Abound. We are All at our Leisure Here, and have received Several Tempting Invitations.
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A Skeleton as a Woman Wearing a Brown and Red Dress and a Black Headdress
French School (attributed to) or Spanish School (attributed to)
Wellcome Collection
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Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt
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chazlyn.yvonne in the romance novel dress by selkie
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Even though I thought Caroline’s collection really could have used one (remember it’s canon Caroline loves to sew), I’m happy Addy received one. Honestly this whole look is just so cute! I love the colors, and yes, it’s the 1860s, they’re accurate!
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You know what pride flag I can’t find? An “I don’t fuck” flag. Like, there’s the asexual flag, but some asexual people do enjoy sex. And there’s a pride flag for people who don’t have sex because of trauma, but you have to disclose a very personal thing about yourself to display it. Heck, I feel like it’s too much of a personal disclosure to display the “sex-repulsed” pride flag! And there’s just so many reasons why someone might not want to have sex. We need a “I just don’t have sex, end of story” flag!
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My favorite thing about fanfic authors is they can identify any gap in a canon timeline where characters are offscreen and exploit the ever living fuck out of it
They see a time skip of any length and go
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1928 c. “Dancer” by Gabriel Argy-Rousseau. An illuminated statue of pate-de-crystal glass in the rare green and blue color variation, mounted on a wooden base, signed in the glass. From Art Deco, Art Nouveau & 20th Century Decoratif Arts Group, FB.
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The shaman of Bad Dürrenberg are the remains of a 25-35 year old woman, who was burried 8600 to 9000 year ago in Germany. Around her, were the remains of an extraordinary head-dress, made from the bones and teeth of different animals such as deer, wild boar, crane and turtle
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must a villain be redeemed? isn't it enough that they're bitter, evil, and most importantly, hot?
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Ah yes, chat GPT coming for our pattern makers
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the worst part about cardio is the laundry
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