Currently working on: a playlist straight from 1895
Reading
A Brief History of the French Revolution
The People's History of the French Revolution
After Virture
Watching
Friends
Brooklyn Nine-Nine
Notre Dame de Paris
Listening
String Quarter in F Major -- II. Assez vif by Maurice Ravellisten here
Quote
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness; but still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.Endymion, John Keats
Hey just as a heads up I’m gonna take a bit of a hiatus from this blog, being on here has been tiring and not fun and frankly made me hate myself sometimes (and not in a good, growth sort of way), so yeah, you are all lovely but I need to be done for a while
I… have… not prepped for that question… But I’ll give you a boring detail which is: the reason we’ve got, because as you know Mark and I have no lives at all, we’re just like uber-geeks that people rationally give money to, we try and tie up bits of Conan Doyle’s continuity that don’t work. In one of the stories, because he’s very careless, he changes Mrs Hudson’s name by mistake, he changes from Mrs Hudson to Mrs Turner. So Mark and I worry about this kind of thing, how we can fix it, so we decide Mrs Turner had been the woman next door who took over landladying while Mrs Hudson was ill. Yes, we do worry about these things.
Steven Moffat’s answer to “I would like to know if we’ll ever gonna see Mrs Turner ‘married ones’, you know the couple who lives next to Holmes and Watson” at SDCC (x) (via graceebooks)
In my lifetime, I have recorded some
sixty cases demonstrating the singular
gift of my friend Sherlock Holmes –
dealing with everything from The Hound of
the Baskervilles to his mysterious
brother Mycroft and the devilish
Professor Moriarty.
The dog one?
…
Do you mean The Hound of the Baskervilles?
Opening onto street
221B
Mrs. Hudson greets them after a long extended stay
It was August of 1887, and we were
returning from Yorkshire, where Holmes
had solved the baffling murder of Colonel
Abernetty.
Mrs. Hudson complains of no warning of their arrival
I do wish you’d give me a little more
warning when you come home unexpected. I
would have roasted a goose – and had
some flowers for you.
Mr. Holmes. I do wish you’d let me know when you’re planning to come home.
Holmes gives his excuse while brandishing things
My dear Mrs. Hudson – criminals are as unpredictable as head-colds. You never quite know when you’re going to catch one.
I hardly knew myself Mrs. Hudson. That’s the trouble with dismembered country squires - they’re notoriously difficult to schedule.
Watson’s stories are complained about
Oh, come now, Watson, you must admit that
you have a tendency to over-romanticize.
You have taken my simple exercises in
logic and embellished them, exaggerated
them…
I never enjoy them.
…
Well I never say anything do I? According to you I just show people up the stairs and serve you breakfast.
Watson blames the illustrator
That’s not my doing. Blame it on the illustrator.
Oh, blame it on the illustrator - he’s out of control!
I’m glad someone in this fandom is on top of meta right now so the rest of us can act like maniacs
(via graceebooks)
