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May 23, 2019
Not fat and happy. This was a woman I worked with who spoke to me when I was working at Dillard’s. I believe she was trying to convince me that I was happy given my circumstances. The answer is no. No, I was not happy about being fat!
The Englishman Who Went Up A Hill But Came Down A Mountain, what do you people really think this movie is about? Has anyone seen it other than me? Up a hill, could mean more than one thing, it could mean our trip, my mother and I, when we went to Germany. It could also be referencing when I moved to our former home in a suburb, where I was receiving a lot of communications that I should have been able to understand a great deal better than I did.
The whip hand, that is referenced in Sherlock has nothing to do with S&M or a dominatrix, it is really clever writing; the whip hand, hand being short – not in height – for handler like an abbreviation, kinda like what the military does by taking all those long names of descriptions and turning it into their own lingo. Whip, is a reference not to a whip, it is likening my employment, my hourly wages, my meager jobs and income, employments, and employers to – slaverly. Get it? Whip. Hand.
Sherlock is so full of intelligence it would take me forever to go through line by line and – write it out for you. I get it. Why am I the one that has to correct everything for – you?! If people were so concerned why didn’t they do anything about it before?!
Grow up, from Sherlock is not about me, it is not people telling me to grow up, it is about how people were still giving me the same salary, living, income, earnings, references, accommodations, life, and acknowledgements as though I was still a teenager living in my parents home. I had been to college, I had already graduated, I still am not living a financially independent life.
What happens in this movie, The Englishman Who Went Up A Hill But Came Down A Mountain, an Englishman is sent to measure a hill for historical purposes. A cartographer. I should have been a cartographer. More than one person referenced this to me in my real life when I made directions for parties I had in our home, not only with right turn and left at this street and that street, I drew a map. In the movie the town brings their own soil from their yards and such to the hill, so that the cartographer will be able to historically allocate the hill as a mountain.
To what do you think the mountain is actually about? What is it referencing? Historically? Do you think? Anyone? Do you really think it was about a mountain in England? Isn’t England rather flat in its terrain? A few thousand feet? How long does that take to walk? Hike? It’s a hike, at best.
What other people live and hide out in mountains? Other Englishman? Or is it about bins. And not the sort of bins that we use to collect our garbage for sanitation.
They added soil, earth – land. They added land to the hill; therefore, officially creating a mountain – historically. This has more than one meaning. In one sense it is not condemning a size of a person; however, it unfortunately really looks as though – for lack of a better word – a double agent from within a US agency was using me in my employments as protection for some foreign families. I do not believe that is very wise of them.
The speckled blonde in Sherlock could actually be as insignificant as the use of crushed eggshells in a garden to stop snails from damaging plants. Snails damage – leaves, mostly. Leaves, as a reference to my mother as POTUS, referencing her arthritis, and other medical conditions. Why did no one do anything about this before my mother had to die? Why did they allow it to be used for fodder on television?
Could someone explain to me why I was smelling weed all day whilst I was outside? And why my stomach is bloated?
They did not deliver my food order yesterday. They had me believe the White House had a clothing request, then my order was not delivered by reason of a person of 21 years of age or older was not present when no one arrived at my door. I am obviously, upset. I really do not appreciate being treated or spoken to in such a way. My own grief and loss are not enough, I must suffer for someone else’s “directing?”
I really have a dead mother. I really no longer have any friends, acquaintances, or any relationships of any kind. How dare you treat me as such. The access to my own home causes me to never leave my house. As little as possible, simple things like going to a store, or the beach or wherever people go cause me to stop going anywhere because of the access to my home. When I lock my door there should not be anyone else able to enter my home while I’m gone, or at home. It’s debilitating. Obviously, look at me.
Who really gives a shit if a Guardian sign is on one side or another, it is completely inconsequential? You people are sick.
You take your clothes off to make an impression is not quite as bad as it sounds in Sherlock. I’ve written about this before. This is just me, creating a character for the mystery dinner – dinner – party I had in our home. The self-portrait is not me. It would be one of the – guests – who attended. Yes, I wore a sort of velvet-type material robe with a sort of boa-type collar, it happened to belong to my dead Aunt. I wore a bustier, and burlesque styled bottom with pantyhose and heels. Yes, it really had people staring at me. I did it on purpose.
The self-portrait is not – me. And most actors have no problem with creating a character that has nothing to do with who they are as a person. That is why they are actors and not – criminals. It was not the sort of person people might see me as in my everyday life, so what? To me it says, I was really out-of-their-leagues. And, it looks like I inspired – a lot.
The bleeding Vicar could be a – boy. About a Boy, the movie, the dead duck in the movie has nothing to do with bread, this is the newspaper articles my mother saved from the LA Times about a married couple that died – both of them – from Canada, and a bread recipe in the newspaper, and what looked like to me bad youths killing ducks that I fed when we lived in an apartment in Oldsmar, Florida.
I forget how old he was at the time of the party, he was a teen-ager. His name is Steven Surrency, he is really a bright, more than smart man, who I believe went on to be a priest. How do you ding? This is what he said to me the first time I met him in our home, my own home. I believe he was trying to say he didn’t hear the doorbell ring. I didn’t ring the doorbell; I have a key. The first time I met him was not for the mystery dinner party. I was dressed in everyday clothes.
My impression of Steven when he saw me in my costume was that he did not like my make-up, most of all, more than the burlesque-style bottoms, bustier, pantyhose and heels. My make-up was over-rouged cheeks, blue eye shadow, excessive make-up, and not very pretty. I was not wanting to be seductive in my costume, I had to balance it, a little. Had I played my character without something off-putting, I might have given someone a heart-attack. It was to be for fun, not serious.
He also had Passover in our home. I remember being so worn-out, sick in my stomach, I couldn’t finish Passover, Steven couldn’t understand why I wasn’t participating, I felt sick, tired, worn-out. Either it was the food, or it was something in the food, or something someone was working on while Passover was taking place, or all of it.
I think he had a relative, an Uncle, who was the Chief of Police. Steven also knows, ASL, my first ASL teacher in college talked about knowing Steven and mentioned Clearwater Baptist Church. I believed it was people my mother spoke to at Clearwater Baptist church when we first moved to Florida in the eighties, who talked my mother out of filing for divorce by telling her she would never be able to receive child support or alimony from my father. That would have been an opportunity for both my parents to be happy, and most likely, my mother would have married a man – in intelligence.
Does Steven know he is wearing his brain on his body?
She prefers, dominatrix, this line from Sherlock means, she, Cherith, prefers intelligence, intelligence men, do not let yourselves be fooled by it, or confused by it. It is about intelligence, not sex, intelligence work, not sex. Yes, people really were unable to “read” me and my face, so what? Why would that be important if I was working with intelligence men and intelligence?
If the black fur stole Irene Adler wears in Sherlock was intentional, that would be my cat, Babee Bear. He was definitely my cat, he looked to no one else, but me.
Ended the marriages of two separate parties from Sherlock this really just means that you had private investigator-type intelligence working me when I was talking to people, and these were men talking to me, not a woman and a man, these are different people. Is this one having an affair, Cherith? Does this person really love their wife, husband, girlfriend, Cherith? Do they have a lover? Why would that be important to some intelligence work? I don’t think I have to explain that to you, I treat you all as adults capable of reading.
Yes, she read me wrong. Sitting in the kitchen of our family friends’ home in California, she read me wrong. What happened in the Mexican restaurant before this conversation in the kitchen about selling drugs and going to Santa Monica Community College was with a real intelligence man. With a real badge, a real ID, he is a real person, it really makes a difference. And, Santa Monica Community College belongs to an intelligence man, and not to a woman, or former cop, or lesbian, they look differently in my brain.
The scene in Sherlock at the end of the episode where Sherlock unlocks her phone is unusual in its blocking. Sherlock in the foreground, Irene Adler and Holmes the senior in the background, I wish half our lot is as good as you, looks true about me, it changes back and forth between criminal and intelligence. I haven’t yet worked through all the dialogue, rule and heart are – words. If you use the words, heart and rule, then that would be why I am Sherlock getting the passcode to the phone. I wasn’t trying to seduce anyone at the mystery dinner party full of my parent’s friends and neighbors, it was for fun and laughs. And to take people out of their dull and drab lives for a few moments.
The complexity of intelligence and dialogue in Sherlock is not interwoven like a fabric, it is more like code, slivers of code, they are each distinct. Like taking slivers of celluloid from different places, people, crimes, facts, and making a story out of it. It’s quite clever.
I think you people have all failed to grasp the severity of consequences when speaking through other people – just because you’ve seen someone else do it. Consequences. My mother is dead. I have never been loved in all my life. Consequences.
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