The Wunderkammer of the Mild Colonial Boy, Esq., a Reactionary Tory Gentleman, who armed only with a Steampowered Babbage Engine and Pure Intentions, wanders the Time Streams and Aetheric Plane gathering an Eccentric Hodgepodge of Curiousities, Frivolities, Whimsicalities and Nonsense.
Q. Why is your Tumblelog called "My Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning"?
A. Because "My Grandmother's Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning" wouldn't fit in the available space.
Now combine all of those, add more dramatic flourishes with your hands, and perform them to something mournful in 3/4 time (waltz time), and you will have how the StuntHusband and I dance. Also, we (unintentionally!) mirror each other’s movements all the time, but that’s because we’ve been going to clubs together for over 20 years now.
now you know the secret of my dance.
God I miss Goth clubs…
Oh god, this is so accurate it hurts. GEEKGIRLSMASH, you will love this!!