the trick is to keep breathing

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

Friday: Late-night drive to Columbus (seriously... I'm talking 1am)

Friday night: Up all night in a terrified curled-up ball in the corner of the couch because I am afraid of Drakon's vicious baby-eating wolf hybrids (read: dogs fall over on floor to be petted when you look at them)

Saturday morning: Leave house with thermos full of two pots of coffee, which is promptly stored between my legs for the drive to B-Town. Meet greatest Wendy's employee ever and discuss fandom, drama, fanfiction, and being forever students. Definitely drink two pots of coffee. Pee every ten minutes. Meticulously tag everything we discuss. There is a zombie on your lawn.

Saturday afternoon: Arrival in Cendriville. Cendri dances for us in dress and ladybug slippers. Take video. Attend wedding at which Harry Potter is a groomsman. Head off to reception and meet awesome old people for dinner. Wait expectantly for groom's family to provide liquor license.

Saturday evening: Sev is the goddamned Batman (of makeup). Pa Cendri offers to be DD. He is awesome and I am proud to be his m-preg spawn. Score excellent Greek food. Have tasty local brew. Follow the sound of techno to a club at which we dance like we are not as old as we are. Are supplied with delicious candy-tasting Long Islands, which we then transfer to Taco Bell cups and take home. Sleepy cuddle-times passing out in awesome waterbed. Next morning transfer to Squishy Bed, which eats me. There is still a zombie on your lawn.

Sunday morning: Ma Cendri feeds us deliciousness; it is awesome. Wander B-Town. Pet three cats (yay!). Purchase copious amounts of music. Eat more delicious food.

Sunday afternoon: Listen to world's greatest CD ever in the car while writing ~5,000 words of plot outline for the most epic FF8 fic possible. Eat burgers.

Sunday night: Finally arrive home and pass the fuck out.

My penis is a divining rod, and you are the water.