Cras. "Tomorrow". In the Latin.

[darkemeralds]

Tra-la-la. I'm at work on a Sunday morning because I just couldn't bring myself to come in on a dry Saturday. Somehow, yesterday, between sleeping till the crack of 10:30, and having a typically revelatory conversation with ravurian that lasted through the middle of the day, and writing, as a result of said conversation (thank you, R!) a couple of brilliant-if-I-do-say-so-myself paragraphs of the new novel, and a mad bout of wool-winding (not, as ravurian himself would say, a euphemism: I was frogging some unsuccessful knitting projects and putting the yarn up for another day, and to say that I became a bit obsessed with the balls my new ball-winder makes would be to state the case mildly), and knitting practice swatches for my hyacinth Arpeggio, and watching Sherlock, it was suddenly 3:00 a.m. and not only was my Saturday gone, but also three hours of my Sunday.

So anyway.

Here I am in my gray cubicle at 11:30 on a rainy (OMG rainy again) Sunday morning. And yet still procrastinating. I couldn't find the light switches, and of course this is the World's Tallest Basement, so it's not as if light pours in at the tiny and widely-spaced windows near one of which my desk is not situated, so I'm in the gloom with a desk lamp and the comforting glow of my high-productivity dual monitors. And we don't run the HVAC on weekends, so I've got my little hot-flash fan running. And we also don't open the garage on weekends, just to inconvenience those pesky Sunday terrorists, so Eleanor O is parked down on the porch instead of safely indoors.

And Eleanor O is wearing all her baskets because as soon as I'm done procrastinating and I get an ass-covering-modicum of work done, I need to go to Trader Joe's, New Seasons, Fred Meyer and Sally Beauty Supply to buy all my crap for the week, and then stop at my mom's to drop off Sherlock, because fandom knows no age limits and she's a huge Bendy fan and bought the DVD as soon as it came out. For the subtitles. Uh huh.

So anyway.

Work. I can do this. I can! I focus my mind, and as I do, I begin to remember what the hell task I'm supposed to be accomplishing. It's coming to me now...

Comments

[ravurian]

That whole first paragraph reads like a succession of euphemisms... 'Frogging', LOL.

[darkemeralds]

The peculiar vocabularies of specialized passions--especially as they arise and explode across the internet--are fascinating.

None of the above was euphemistic. Much.

[kis]

Ur mom: my kind of stupid. :D

[darkemeralds]

LOL! I finally listened to the episode three commentary last night, where Gatiss reveals the Anus Ars thing. Hah! He seems to think a bit like a big old fanboy, doesn't he?

[kis]

He really does. And of course, he is. Having started to read ACD's canon, it's fun spotting the fanboy nods, and the fannish frustrations with the original.

[darkemeralds]

I've enjoyed the bits of ACD canon I've read since watching the series.

And while I know fandom doesn't have exclusive use of the term "canon," and that it's not odd to apply that term to a body of well-known literature, I couldn't help noticing that Gatiss used the term several times in the commentary--it was what made me go, "Fanboy!"

And I'm becoming more and more of a fan of Gatiss the more I follow him on Twitter. He seems like my kind of geek.

[kis]

I think he might be quite scary in real life. Have you watched The League of Gentlemen? Or seen his series on horror movies? You wouldn't want to run into him in a dark alley!

But he's definitely and unashamedly a fanboy and you've got to love that.

[darkemeralds]

The only thing I've seen him in besides Sherlock is some Victorian thing about prostitutes (Scarlet something and White...), the first ten minutes or so of which I could bear to watch before just giving up in horror at the icky Victorianness of it all. But Gatiss looked splendid in 19th Century white tie and tails.

So no. I have no concept of him as scary--except scary-smart. Now I'm kind of curious.

[kis]

I soldiered on through that series (The Crimson Petal and the White) so I did get to enjoy his sublimated sex scene where he literally went up in flames. Oddly touching.

Try these: League of Gentlemen.

A history of horror.

[darkemeralds]

A "don't be eating when you click that first link" warning would've been welcome, as I was enjoying an avocado and just...ew. Gatiss makes a good female figure, though, doesn't he?

His interview style in the second clip is really interesting. He's clearly knowledgeable and engaged, and very articulate, and yet there's a slight current of something rather creepy, isn't there? It's the voice, I think.

[kis]

And the way his eyes and nose can conspire to look very innocent or very evil in a heartbeat.

[darkemeralds]

He went up in flames??

[kis]

He did! His character was very repressed and in love with a woman who died. He was having this fantasy about her whilst sitting at his fire and the house burned down. It was really affecting and rather beautiful.

(Nice icon!)

[darkemeralds]

Wow. Well, character dying in a fire: one more reason not to soldier on through the program. Though I imagine Gatiss did a lovely job.

Icon by ravurian--one of several he concocted just for me. No clue where the image comes from, but it's a good 'un.