You’ve got a friend in me. // John & Sherlock
Yeah, another tribute to Sherlock and John’s relationship. Aww, this is a song of my youth! I needed to make something sweet, so… I hope you like it! :3AWWWWW
Okay, I’m now officially charmed. :)
We’re trying to schedule everything around everything. Obviously, Sherlock Holmes is off battling Captain Kirk, and Dr Watson is helping Gandalf, and I’m in the TARDIS.
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Steven Moffat, on being asked when Season 3 of Sherlock will happen. (x)
(via songofsunset) …Plainly we’re accelerating more quickly downslope toward that sort of Singularity where life gets more and more like fiction. …Don’t know about the rest of you, but I kind of like it. :) |
Stephen Leacock’s long-lost essay: “The Great Detective”
With thanks to Dr. Mabuse, who dug this 1920’s essay up.
“’Ha!’ exclaimed the Great Detective, raising himself from the resilient sod on which he had lain prone for half an hour, ‘what have we here?’
“As he spoke, he held up a blade of grass he had plucked.
“’I see nothing,’ said the Poor Nut.
“’No, I suppose not,’ said the Great Detective; after which he seated himself on a stone, took out his saxophone from its case, and for the next half hour was lost in the intricacies of Gounod’s ‘Sonata in Six Flats with a Basement.’”
—Any Detective Story
The publishers tell us that more than a thousand detective stories are sold every day—or is it every hour? It does not matter. The point is that a great many are sold all the time, and that there is no slackening of the appetite of the reading public for stories of mysterious crime.
It is not so much the crime itself that attracts as the unraveling of the mystery by the super-brain of the Great Detective, as silent as he is efficient. He speaks only about once a week. He seldom eats. He crawls around in the grass picking up clews. He sits upside down in his armchair forging his inexorable chain of logic.
But when he’s done with it, the insoluble mystery is solved, justice is done, the stolen jewels are restored, and the criminal is either hanged or pledges his word to go and settle on a ranch in Saskatchewan; after which the Great Detective take a night off at the Grand Opera, the only thing that really reaches him…
This earring set was inspired by the wonderful TV series Sherlock.
The red crimson IOU apple, carved by Moriarty in the final episode of series 2, is now available for you to wear!
Handmade out of the polymer clay Fimo and glazed for a finishing look and protection.
Charms are hung on stamped sterling silver earring hooks.
I think it’s a tough category this year. But when I told Martin—because he didn’t know he’d been nominated—I rang him, and I said, “You’ve been nominated in the BAFTA again!” He went, “Is Andrew in the category?” and I went, “Yes!” He went, “Fuck!
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