Sunday, October 19, 2014

Safety

God dammit squirrel! You were safe. You were fine. You stopped and turned around. Why in the seven hells would you turn back around and run for my car?

I tried. I did. What the hell.

You were carrying a nut. I wonder where you were storing that and if now, some other squirrel will get your stash. Or if someday, someone will prise up some loose boards in their attic and find a treasure trove of nuts.

People are like that too. What is left of us when we are gone? Suddenly all our things, the collections, the treasured bits of our lives become so much stuff without us to hold the thread together.


Monday, October 13, 2014

my heart

Sherlock Holmes and John Watson were my heart long before Moffat and Gatiss ever touched them.


Sunday, October 12, 2014

Oh my god.

Thanks to Pat Rothfuss for retweeting something mentioning these guys. My new favorite band.


I am not a grownup either. 

Friday, October 3, 2014

Weeping

Do you realize, because of the erratic shooting schedule of Sherlock BBC, there is no way they will be able to keep continuity with a baby?  This makes the fact of baby-girl-Watson somewhat impossible to maintain.

I hope they can work this out. Because I cried bitterly when I realized that she may never have a chance to become. I know that she is far outside ACD original canon. But I had hoped to keep her.

I do love parent!lock, but I understand if she has to go. Its my own personal headcanon, that that is the way the original Mary Morstan made her end.

I do wish it works. I can't even comprehend what that would do to John.

Wait, what is this, the kill John Watson slowly show? Is Martin just so good at making us cry they are going to cause John as much pain as possible? Because I think he deserves something in his life going right.

Ugh, Martin is going to destroy us and smile as he wins more awards.