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icanhascheezburger.com posted this gem today:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJoCulItdxg

Which made me think of this:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7R8JfCQALmI

Enjoy the sillies.

CBS has announced plans to modernize Sherlock Holmes for American television.

First of all, Fox based a medical drama on Sherlock Holmes; perhaps they've heard of House MD?

Second, Gatiss and Moffat had the idea of bringing the man himself to modern London, and they did it out of love for the character and his stories. And guess what? We get to see it on PBS, so it's a modern Sherlock on American television!

Dear CBS: see my icon for my opinion of your idea idiocy.

First of all, we have The Detective, by lotherington.
Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes
Summary: John Watson was seven years and three months old when he first met His Raggedy Detective. He wasn’t expecting the bright red telephone box to crash land in his back garden in the middle of the night, but then, who ever expected such a silly thing to happen in the first place?
Disclaimer: Sherlock and Doctor Who belong to The Moff, Godtiss and the BBC. This is just for fun.
Rating: PG
Contains: Brief mention of alcoholism, a bit of choice language.
Word Count: ~5000

And then people make fanart for it, including this gem with the Detective in RDJ!Sherlock's clothes and this one with baby!Watson in Arthur Dent pyjamas.

And then, lotherington writes the angstiest sequel ever: Six Wishes.
’Verse: The Detective
Fandom: Sherlock, Doctor Who
Characters: John Watson
Summary: Six times that John Watson wished The Detective would come back.
Rating: G
Word Count: ~2,000

There might be more on the way, too!

I spent hours last night looking at photos of Martin Freeman, Benedict Cumberbatch, and Rupert Graves for a Sherlock fanart. ( In which I ramble on FAR too long about cute boys. )

*sighs happily* Looking for just the right photos of these guys is a tough job, but someone's gotta do it.

Besides work, of course.

I finally got my act together and signed up for the SSHG Exchange. My fic prompts aren't very simple, but I did make a note that prompts are prompts ... if an art prompt makes a writer think of a fic -- or vice versa -- they should run with it.

Of course I had to include a Sherlock-related prompt in there somewhere! ( Insert gigglesnort here. )

Ideas for this round have bombarded me as I've looked at other participants' prompts, but I've tried not to get my heart set on any one of them ... FAIL. There's one art prompt that I did a rough draft for several months ago because I love the fic this person wrote and the moment she asked for especially, but it got set aside when I started working on those plays last summer. The writer will get my drawing eventually ... it's just a matter of when at this point. *grins*

( Real life stuff. )

Bedtime! Good night, all.

I love the stories that I find at the Sherlock comms I follow, but what do I love just a teeny bit more than that? The art. I'm becoming slightly obsessed with angrybeige's comics among others, but that's an art rec for another day when I'm bored and watching the clock. The comics make no sense at all, except they totally do, and they're funny in the most insane way possible.

Go Away, He's Angsting.

What about Anchovies?

Smart Fish.

Scoffy's Favorite.

Don't Let the Cuddly Jumper Fool You.

My Favorite.

*face on desk and gigglesnorting*

Well, I had a lazy morning. The feet ached enough that I couldn't be arsed to go to the supermarket to buy bay leaves, so I did without. The chicken stock won't suffer; by the time I was through, three carrots, one and a half onions, and several stalks of celery gave their lives to the process. This is gonna be the best chicken and dumplings ever.

I finished Through the Looking Glass this morning, too. Alice's stories are insane, but I really liked her adventures. I'll try to write a coherent review tomorrow.

I did make it to Jerad's memorial and found out lots of really fantastic things about him, which makes me even more upset that I didn't have the opportunity to see him perform and that I didn't have the time to get to know him better. It was a lovely get-together, and over fifty people showed up. I expected to see Phil's friends Scott and Mary, but I also saw Bill and Nell, who are from the play reading group. An unexpected delight was Rose, who played Queen Eleanor in The Lion in Winter twice last year, and she even recognized me! She acted with Jerad once, and they were friends for about ten years.

I'd committed to be the stage manager for a couple of abridged Shakespeare plays with Scott directing, but that project has been put on the shelf. Jerad had performed the Shakespeare one-acts with Scott before, and I think Scott's retiring the project indefinitely because Jerad's gone. Scott and Mary saw something else last night that lit a fire under his butt, so we may do something completely different later this year, but for now, I'm free to spend more time at the Mysterium. I e-mailed Marla to let her know, because I really want to learn as much as I can about all the behind-the-scenes stuff of theater as well as performing again. I think she's going to start me in box office, and I'm perfectly happy to donate my time in exchange for an education. That's how apprenticeships work, right?

I was supposed to go to a church thing tonight, but my entire body is in an uproar for a few different reasons, so I'm giving myself the night off. Phil's there, so there goes my chance to see him today; BOO. (He was at work during the memorial.) I'll put Inception in the DVD player and then reread a Sherlock fanfic I read a few weeks ago that was a crossover. It was really very interesting, but I couldn't remember all the rules from the movie, so this will refresh my memory. If you're interested in a Sherlock BBC/Inception one-shot, here's the fic rec:

Title: I Deduce In My Sleep
Fandoms: Sherlock (BBC) and Inception
Characters/Pairing: Sherlock/John (implied), plus Ariadne, Arthur, and Cobb
Rating: PG-13
Summary: John Watson doesn't quite recognize the agitated man in his dream screaming about idiots, but he knows that he's important somehow.

Happy Saturday night and Sunday morning, y'all. ♥

I love it when Boo-Cat arches his back and stretches, straining his face so his whiskers pouf forward and the tip of his tongue sticks out. But this is the first time I heard him grunt. Just a little, tiny Nnghh before he released the stretch. It was adorable.

Also, I've found a Sherlock crossover fic where Gregory House is Sherlock's biological father. This is my new canon. (I'll rec the fic when it's complete; it's up to three chapters out of a predicted five so far.) The scene where Wilson and Watson hide from House and Holmes -- *busts out laughing* -- is hilarious and made me squee with delight. And the author uses some really nice icons, too.

Bought some chocolates from a niece's fundraiser, and they weren't what I thought they'd be. So I'm experimenting with them in a chocolate chip cookie recipe; hiding them inside the dough, squashing them on top, chopping them into bits and mixing them in. They don't have as much flavor as semisweet chips do, but it's still pretty good.

Good night, all.

Edit: I shouldn't have talked about a fic without providing a link, so here it is: http://community.livejournal.com/sherlockbbc/614318.html

Title: In The Genes
Summary: A diagnostician and a detective must join forces to solve a mystery that threatens both their lives.
Crossover: Sherlock and House M.D.
Rating: PG (for swearing)
Genre: drama and a bit of angst

Again, it is a WIP with at least two chapters to go, and the author's updates are slow, so don't say I didn't warn you.

Six-hour rehearsals on Saturday and Sunday, and I'm sitting here wondering where the weekend went. Still, carpooling with Phil is nice, though we didn't say much this afternoon. We were all talked out, and we were bloody pooped to boot.

Smashed a HUGE spider on Scrooge's bedroom floor with my script this morning. The pencil that I'd clipped on the script went flying, and I never found it. Celestina nearly wet herself when she saw that thing scurrying towards her, and I am her new hero. It's just a spider, for goodness' sake, but who am I to talk when I turn green and run away screaming at the sight of garden slugs?

We have to be off book by Tuesday night. Phil is really anxious about it, and I am scarcely less so.

Hagrid Dane and I keep stomping away at our dance number, and we'd just got to the point where we felt comfortable when the news came through that they expect us to go through the one-minute routine in thirty seconds. Oh. Crap.

I made an appointment a month ago for a haircut and color, but Marla the Director talked to me about it Thursday. No matter what I slap on my head to make it look like I have long hair, it has to have something to be fastened to, so I couldn't cut it when I went to the salon yesterday. My hair would have been too short otherwise. I'm going to look like a shaggy beast until the Tuesday after we close.

One of the SSHG Anniversary prompts has made me think and speculate. I've written some thoughts about it and will let it simmer for a bit, because I'm a leetle busy at the moment. Not sure if I'll get it in in time for the festival, but I'll see what I can do. Watching one of the Potter movies for research (any excuse), and I'll read the corresponding scene later tonight. I must get chocolate chips tomorrow, because the jar is empty.

Took Phil by work to print out some sheet music Marla e-mailed us last night. He met one of the librarians and got a little tour of the offices while my computer woke up. It's kind of nice that SOMEONE where I work knows that this boyfriend I've been talking about isn't imaginary.

Joined sherlockbbc a week or two ago and am having a marvelous time reading fic and looking at art. I usually swap out my desktop background once a day, but I've had John Watson in Afghanistan there since the art showed up in the comm. (Un-GAWA.)

Boring afternoon. I have a flat that desperately needs to be cleaned, but the only motivation I've been able to muster is the fact that I don't want to start the work week with a dirty hobbit hole, so it's slow going. I think it's that I'm not used to it being dark so early, but I'll get over that presently. The cats have enjoyed all the cuddling I've lavished on them, though. If I'd ignored them today, I think they'd have pissed on everything in sight to get my attention.