the trick is to keep breathing

alatefeline left me some prompts and i’ve Already told y’all the story of the fucking faucet so that will count a s my rant for plumbing. Let’s get this

And today instead of RANTING i’m Going to tell you a hilarious story about my brother and food coloring so buckle up chucklefucks

SOOOOOoooo backstory: my brother and I grew up reading a lot of Calvin & Hobbes cause my gramma and grandpa had a bunch of the (books? Collections?) things, and we’d read and re read them the way you do when you get bored at your grandparents’ house. Right

So one day we’re eating dinner and mum has made like, meatloaf and mashed potatoes i think? And shes serving everybody and out of nowhere my brother says, “Can you make my mashed potatoes green?”

Cue mum: “Wha” ????

My brother: “You know how in Calvin & Hobbes their dinner is always green mush on a plate. I want mine to look like green mush on a plate like Calvin & Hobbes.”

And so my mum says, “Well, we can add some food coloring if you want, but it’s going to look very gross. You have to promise you’re going to eat it.”

Bro: “Well duh, it’s still mashed potatoes, I just want them green”

So mum gets the food coloring and they proceed to dye my brother’s serving of mashed potatoes a terrible looking green and he’s loving it like the lil dork he is and dad and i are just kind of peanut gallery eating meatloaf in the background or something idk.

Dinner’s served. And after about two fucking bites, my brother says, “I don’t think I can eat this.”

Mum: “It’s still mashed potatoes. They’re just green. You literally asked for this”

Bro: “yeah but its gross”

Mum: “we literally just talked about this”

Bro: “yeah but its gross”

So yeah even after ACKNOWLEDGING THAT THEY WERE STILL FUCKING MASHED POTATOES, and ADDING THE FOOD COLORING HIMSELF, it turns out my bro couldn’t eat the green mush on a plate. We threw it out and he got new normal colored mashed potatoes and we laughed at him for, well, the rest of his life i guess

And the moral of this story is: green eggs and ham is a bad sell, but regular eggs and ham is delicious. NEXT

So, I watched BBC Sherlock.

I didn't actually really know anything about this show going in. safety_caesars had suggested it, having been introduced by somebody else, and I was like, "hey, okay, sure." Becky has good taste, or at least terrible taste that's similar to mine (which obviously makes it good taste), and I like Sherlock Holmes-flavored things in general, so I certainly was interested – I wasn't boning for it, half because I didn't know shit about it and mostly because there's a fairly big activation energy to actually get me into something*, but I was interested and willing.

This show is fabulous. Or, was, since last night we watched the end of S2 and now have to wait in agony for, probably, another year.

Having recovered from the flailing agony that was tears and a jumbo bottle of wine last night, I have a lot of thoughts, actually. First up on the S2 finale, and then some idling thoughts on the series as a whole.

[SEASON TWO FINALE COMING UP. AKA, SPOILERS.]
( The Reichenbach Fall thing. )

[General show discussion from this point on]
( Stuff about the show -- no real spoilers here; I talk about the show but I don't think I give anything away. )

So, even if you don't want to read the spoilers or anything, I do highly recommend you watch the show. It's very well done, incredibly entertaining, and the chemistry between the two main characters is exquisitely intimate. Now, I have summed up over 2K in a sentence and also used the word "exquisite". I'm done now.

So who would like to dive into this fandom and write (comfort) fic with me…??


*This is why I re-read and re-watch and re-play so many things: the undertaking of a new thing, book/game/movie/show/comic/other source material is strangely daunting to my head. I find it very comforting to re-read, or re-watch, or re-play things: I still enjoy them on the second (or third) (or fifteenth) time through, and it's relaxing to not have to pay all of my attention to it. "Comfort reading" is a very real thing in my world.

The amount of energy it can take to engage with something new is something I don't often have lying around for whatever reason, and I am really sometimes dumb my first time through a thing because I'm very easily distracted and if I'm not engaged it's going to take me a while to be able to remember who is who and why I should give fucks. Movies not so much: they're short; other canons, especially long ones, can be really overwhelming. The undertaking of a new thing with fannish expectations is even more overwhelming to my head, somehow (see for reference: Gundam Wing); and even more so on top of that if people have built any part of it up. I'm not entirely sure why it's so intimidating, why sometimes I would rather watch reruns than something new, but it's entirely true. Maybe it's because I feel like I have to get invested?

So like, if you have ever recced some canon/source material at me and been like, dude, Sev, you need to read/watch this and I haven't jumped into it right away, this is why: and I am sorry. Sometimes I physically need someone to drag me in over that hill. It isn't that I'm not interested. It's just my brainspace.

(I like how I say "I want to talk about BBC Sherlock" and then I spend just as many words navel-gazing about myself. Awesome. I've got the best blogging style ever.)

**(Somewhat contradictorily, I am more likely to cry at moving scenes in books I've read a thousand times, or shows I've seen before, or even games I've already played, even though I know what's coming.)

*** God, I'm never even sure how to write this. "Romantically involved" seems silly since so many relationships really don't match up with a cultural definition of "romance", right? And "physically involved" doesn't necessarily mean intimacy. And both of them can in some ways belittle the amazing connection that you can have with a friend like that, which can go beyond intimacy (or boning). Askldjalksdj how do I words