Showing posts with label It's in there somewhere. Show all posts
Showing posts with label It's in there somewhere. Show all posts

Thursday, November 25, 2010

November 25 Mark the Calendar

November 25 Mark the Calendar

1872 - Fleeing Daleks, the TARDIS stows away on the Marie Celeste. Terry Nation: The Chase.

1996. Mulder organizes an FBI raid in Queens that stops an apparent plot by American revolutionaries to stage a major bombing. He takes Krycek into custody. Chris Carter: The X-Files.

Sir Bohun Chantrey hosts a Sherlock Holmes theme dinner. Gladys Mitchell: Watson's Choice.

Monday, November 22, 2010

November 22 Mark the Calendar

November 22 Mark the Calendar

1888. Tarzan, John Clayton, III, Lord Greystoke, is born. Philip Jose Farmer: Tarzan Alive.

1932. Napoleon Solo is born in Montréal. Sam Rolfe: The Man from UNCLE.

1963. Lone Gunman John Fitzgerald Byers was born. The Smoking Man gets Lee Harvey Oswald to leave a rifle on the sixth floor of the Texas Schoolbook Depository. Chris Carter: The X-Files.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

November 2 Mark the Calendar

November 2 Mark the Calendar:

1934. Wolfe and Archie argue the finer points of obscenity law. Rex Stout: Nero Wolfe: The League of Frightened Men.

1994. Emily is born. Chris Carter: The X-Files.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

October 7 Mark the Calendar

October 7 Mark the Calendar

1811 Mr. Bennett pays a call on Mr. Bingley.
- Jane Austen, Pride & Prejudice

1886. Holmes investigates a death and declares it a murder by committee.
-Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: Sherlock Holmes: The Resident Patient.

1999. West Virginia native Lynette Peattie is critically injured in a bus rollover.
-Chris Carter: The X-Files.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Last Seen in Aberdeen by M G Kincaid

Page 154:

DS Frank Gaither’s work style was methodical and diligent. He had a patience that seemed unnatural and was, at times, maddening because you couldn’t hurry the man, no matter what you did. He was the absolute best to have at a crime scene.

Once Were Cops by Ken Bruen

Page 77:

Dylan had come to Galway when I was a Guard, and I pulled crowd control. Beautiful sunny July day and no trouble. What I remember is this wizened gnome, crunched in on himself, singing in a croaked twisted voice. The crowd loved him, he was sixty and he had a charisma, small as he was, a kind of radiance, and after, when we were escorting him to his car, he mumbled something that only later I realized was ... thanks. You know, that impressed me more than his whole concert.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Murder by the Book by Rex Stout

It's in there somewhere:
"His face, chronically red, deepened a shade. His broad shoulders stiffened, and the creases spreading from the corners of his gray-blue eyes showed more as the eyelids tightened. Then, deciding I was playing for a burt, he controlled it. "Do you know," he asked, "whose opinion of you I would like to have? Darwin's. Where were you while evolution was going on?" (Inspector Cramer addresses Archie Goodwin)