A Rather Exciting Way to End a Rather Boring Sunday

Hello, people of the internet. I, Cheese Face, am here to bring you comedy from a not-so comedic travesty.

On Sunday, it was rather quiet. I was upstairs watching TV, hanging up paintings, and working on homework. After that I decided to come downstairs and play on the computer. I logged into Tumblr and found a post that made me giggle. It was about Colonel Sanders and how his tie makes it look like he has a big head and a small body. I called my brother into the kitchen to see and he said the grammar was wrong(for it said "Big head, small body. You can never unsee it"). I said no it was correct, blah, blah, blah. He was sharpening his pocketknife. The next thing I remember is he hit me, I hit him back and try to go back to the computer, but my brother hits me again harder and all I can remember is seeing blood and screaming.

Then I'm at the hospital, crying hysterically and clutching my hand in some paper towels from my house. Then I'm led into a room and I'm waiting for the PA dude to some stitch me up. My mom and I then start cracking Sherlock and Doctor Who jokes to pass the time and to get me to calm down. Then the PA dude comes in and says he has to numb my fingers with stuff and he needs to give me a few shots. I'm like, "Oh, no, not needles. I freaking hate needles." He gives me the shots and I scream. Loud. So loud my dad said he could hear me from the waiting room.

About 10-15 more minutes of Wholock (Sherlock and Doctor Who) jokes later, they stitch me up. And then I have to wait about 10 more minutes for them to clean me up and bandage me.

I now have 4 or 5 stiches in my index finder, 2-3 stitches on my middle finger, and a small cut on the back of my index finger.

And I can barely write, let alone type. Typing John Watson style, one letter at a time.

Cheese Face out.

Happy New Year's!

Happy New Year's, guys! It's been a great year. Now we only have one more year to live! I'm kidding, I don't really think the world is going to end in 2012, but you never know.

And on a completely unrelated note, Sherlock returns tomorrow. The Sherlock fandom has been waiting over two years since the airing of the last episode. Unfortunately, it airs in the UK, and not here in the US, but we have the INTERNET. YAY, LIVESTREAM! Just to let you know, I've lost all sanity because of this fandom.

Cheese Face out.

It's Christmas!

Yes, it's Christmas. Well, Christmas night technically. But I got lots 'o loot.

• A Calligraphy kit
• Sherlock series 1
• Sherlock Holmes comics issues 1, 2, and 3
• Clothes
• A new keyboard
• Lots of paint and canvases 
• candy
• And various other items

Well,  readers, I hope you had a  happy holidays.

Cheese Face out.

Oh, also, I entered a contest on this site and they announced the winners today. I didn't win, but my picture was put on the site. Mine is called "Xmas on the TARDIS". They misspelled my name though.

Random Questions: Post 24

It's been a while since the last Random Questions. Here, mortals, take this as gift of peace.

Random Questions 1: Name a not-so famous person in History.
Answer: Emperor Norton I of America

Random Question 2: Where's the Dijon mustard?
Answer: Where's my foot?

Random Question 3: Are you ever going to post the long awaited Cheeseys?
Answer: Spoilers!

Random Question 4: Tell us about Rupert Graves, Cheese Face.
Answer: Rupert Graves is good at football and has five children.

Cheese Face out.

I'm Writing a Crack Fanfic

It's for English. We have to right a children's story with two animals that have to learn to settle their differences and make friends. My animals are a hedgehog (called John) and a giraffe (called the Doctor). Basically it's a Sherlock/Doctor Who crack fanfiction. Here's an excerpt.

“Oof!” He landed behind some bushes.  John brushed himself off and started to skitter down the street. Just as he came to a corner, he heard a loud sound. VVWWWOOORRRP! VVWWWOOORRRP! VVWWWOOORRRP!  It was an old police box! After the noise settled, a giraffe dressed in suspenders and a blue bowtie opened the door.

            “Hello, I’m the Doctor!”

            “A doctor? Doctor who?” John blinked.

            “Just the Doctor!”

            “You can’t be a doctor. You’re a giraffe!”

            The Doctor walked around and eyed John. “Why are you wearing a sweater?”

            “Why are you wearing a bowtie?”

            “Oi! Bowties are cool.”