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And that therefore there is no such thing as "too dumb to post" LOL
...Also I need more expressive icons.
The difficulty with writing in BBC!Sherlock, I think,** is that everything I have potentially in common with this dude is terrible. (Other than the neutral stuff, vis: I'm intelligent, I work as a consultant, I use a Blackberry. I acquired the latter two pretty much the same week I acquired the fandom, which is not even the creepy part.) It's hard to get rid of traits one picks up, or that get magnified - echoed - etched in - by writing characters. There was a recent interview with Johnny Depp in which he talked about how they were all of them inside somewhere, shoved in boxes, there to remain: Edward Scissorhands, Jack Sparrow. Donnie Brasco. Sweeney Todd. And that this was probably not an excellent thing, psychologically, cumulatively. Oh good, not just me, I thought. It's usually just the one or two quirks, but they're not temporary put-ons. I wasn't able to eat spicy foods before writing Fuji Shuusuke.
Temperamentally I'm much more Mycroft anyhow. The fanon Mycroft is an unheimlich cross between M, Beezus Quimby, and the Duchess Tremontaine++ (but don't be silly, Sabina, I hear you say: Mark Gatiss is always the Duchess). I am willing to cut him some slack, though, as my lovely 7-years-younger, much-more-musical, rather-less-suited-for-office-work sibling lives across town in aslightly dodgy bohemian apartment with her BFF, the blonde boykiller army cadet, and believe you me I hear much more about this from my mother than I would like. While the preceding is definitely "the creepy part", I can promise objectively that I am not at all inclined to be creepy about it, which makes me think that Sherlock must have had it coming wrt Mycroft's meddling, at least in the past. That makes sense, no? I mean, most people would need to do cocaine quite heavily just to attain dude's baseline for terrible decision-making, so imagine. The classic INT-WIS minmax strikes again.
** Other than how it's really not what I ought to be doing right now. And I'm not! Actually! ...I'm procrastinating by blogging.
++ I was aware, as one is, that Conan Doyle had been one of the inputs to the atmosphere of Riverside, but I wouldn't have extended that to the characters. And yet, the nudge turns out to be a small one, doesn't it? Weird. After deep cogitation I've determined this is because Alec and Richard never solve violent crimes, they just commit them.
AND IN CONCLUSION, BEES.
...Also I need more expressive icons.
The difficulty with writing in BBC!Sherlock, I think,** is that everything I have potentially in common with this dude is terrible. (Other than the neutral stuff, vis: I'm intelligent, I work as a consultant, I use a Blackberry. I acquired the latter two pretty much the same week I acquired the fandom, which is not even the creepy part.) It's hard to get rid of traits one picks up, or that get magnified - echoed - etched in - by writing characters. There was a recent interview with Johnny Depp in which he talked about how they were all of them inside somewhere, shoved in boxes, there to remain: Edward Scissorhands, Jack Sparrow. Donnie Brasco. Sweeney Todd. And that this was probably not an excellent thing, psychologically, cumulatively. Oh good, not just me, I thought. It's usually just the one or two quirks, but they're not temporary put-ons. I wasn't able to eat spicy foods before writing Fuji Shuusuke.
Temperamentally I'm much more Mycroft anyhow. The fanon Mycroft is an unheimlich cross between M, Beezus Quimby, and the Duchess Tremontaine++ (but don't be silly, Sabina, I hear you say: Mark Gatiss is always the Duchess). I am willing to cut him some slack, though, as my lovely 7-years-younger, much-more-musical, rather-less-suited-for-office-work sibling lives across town in a
** Other than how it's really not what I ought to be doing right now. And I'm not! Actually! ...I'm procrastinating by blogging.
++ I was aware, as one is, that Conan Doyle had been one of the inputs to the atmosphere of Riverside, but I wouldn't have extended that to the characters. And yet, the nudge turns out to be a small one, doesn't it? Weird. After deep cogitation I've determined this is because Alec and Richard never solve violent crimes, they just commit them.
AND IN CONCLUSION, BEES.
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Date: 2010-12-18 07:35 pm (UTC)PERHAPS YOU'LL START CARRYING AN UMBRELLA EVERYWHERE
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Date: 2010-12-19 01:58 am (UTC)I actually love umbrellas as a prop but not being infallible have a tendency to lose them. XD;