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I Like Detective Stories. And Detectives.
Well, allow me to introduce myself to you as an advocate of Ornamental Knowledge. You like the mind to be a neat machine, equipped to work efficiently, if narrowly, and with no extra bits or useless parts. I like the mind to be a dustbin of scraps of brilliant fabric, odd gems, worthless but fascinating curiosities, tinsel, quaint bits of carving, and a reasonable amount of healthy dirt. Shake the machine and it goes out of order; shake the dustbin and it adjusts itself beautifully to its new position.-Robertson Davies, Tempest-Tost
Just the usual fangirl geekery, with quite a high level of ridiculousness. You know, Doctor Who, Sherlock Holmes, Cabin Pressure, Frankenstein, science stuff, about a million books, a slightly high level of curiosity, and a Cheshire cat for good measure. I have no control over my enthusiasm. Oh, and sometimes I inflict my art on you. Sorry.
In the words of Neil Gaiman in Sandman: The weirdness has been getting worse.
Oh, and anyone who guesses who the writing lady in the sidebar image gets nothing in particular, but tell me if you know...
Currently sojourning in England, questing after the wild hedgehog. (Not really but sort of.)
Previously grinningcheshire
Sometimes I imagine Benedict Cumberbatch sitting in a darkened basement with a list of all the stories/people I love/admire most, cackling as he crosses off the ones that he has been in adaptations of, knowing the pain he will cause me by playing so many of my favourite characters so perfectly. “Well,” he says, “I’ll start by playing Stephen Hawking, then I’ll be in Atonement, Starter for 10, Stuart: A Life Backwards, and Small Island, she really liked all four of those books, then I’ll be in Miss Marple, by then she’ll probably start thinking it’s a bit strange, so I’ll play Joseph Hooker and Vincent Van Gogh, it’ll be good to get two historical figures she admires in there as well. After that I’ll step it up: play Sherlock Holmes, now she’ll really be distressed, followed by… I know! A Terence Rattigan play! That she won’t be able to see! Hmmm… I need a John le Carre connection… Ah! Peter Guillam. Still, she won’t be really broken yet… I need… FRANKENSTEIN! That’ll do it! By the end of that she’ll be a gibbering wreck! And finally, just to twist the knife, The Hobbit! And Star Trek! Mwahahahaha she’ll never recover!”
But then I regain sanity and realize that, shocking though it may seem, the world does not, in fact, revolve around me.
It’s simply a fluke of him making excellent choices about the work he does. Still… It’s been getting spooky, Cumberbatch. That’s all I’m saying.
