falling_voices | Entries tagged with i was not expecting this!

... of how LiveJournal managed to alienate its entire userbase because it wanted to be Facebook when it grew up. LJ, seriously, do you want us to move to DreamWidth? do you?

Well, at any rate, they're hosting a free-signing week over there now, no need for invite codes, so I've opened an account, in case LJNews continues to ignore the fifty pages and counting of people protesting and there's a mass migration. I might not come to use it, but at least it's there, and if needed I can use it to mirror the entries here.

Most of the kinkmemes I'm on have managed to circle round the problem by using Minimalist layout styles that at least allow us to use preview comments and parent threads, thankfully. So far, I think

kinkme_merlin is closest to our normal comment pages, but

sherlockbbc_fic doesn't seem to be doing a bad job either. (Thank everything. I browse that meme in flat view, having no parent option on threads would be horrible.)

And then of course I spent two hours trying to find a layout that would 1. be readable with the comment pages customized, 2. fit ToNC, which with its fuckton of coding doesn't fit most customized comment pages, and 3. actually look good. I've settled on this one, for now; I might switch to a cleaner, black&white one later, I dunno. Thoughts?

On the other hand, there is new (new new new) Sherlock footage.

Dear Sherlock fandom:

I fucking love you today.

Most sincerely,

Sara.

(Seriously though, I thought I'd be able to be strong and hold off on reading spoilers for at least forty-eight hours. This is the state of mind also known as: you are being completely delusional.

But the episode looks really fucking exciting, and I can't wait for Christmas vacation — both a Narnia-inspired DW Special and Scandal in Belgravia within a week of each other. It's like Moffat is trying to whack us over the head with ALL THE AMAZING.)

So — after the flurry of the Children in Need 2011 Special (suspenders!) and the trailer for the Christmas Special, now Moffat hands us four mini-sodes on a silver platter. I know not everyone follows

doctorwho, so have links:

bad night.
good night.
first night.
last night.

You might want to keep a handkerchief or two at hand.

Also, re: ( the christmas special; spoilers )

Things this week shall be remembered by:

uni administration what are you doing why am I taking Swedish (actually, Swedish is quite good, but I wanted German, damnit.)
internet connection. What, what, what are you doing.
I seem to have fallen hopelessly in love with Downton Abbey.

I'll have to finish the first season before I actually review it more thoroughly, but right now I'm just flailing over Titanic and costumes and Belle Epoque and Maggie Smith and shiny things everywhere. Also, Matthew Crawley.

(Alsoalso, the music.)

So. The Wedding.

I've loved a fair few things, was disappointed by a few others, and have mixed feelings about a couple of issues — especially plot wise. ONWARDS.

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There are quite a few things to be said about The Girl Who Waited, which is exactly the reason why I'm not doing a more in-depth review of the episode the way I did for Night Terrors: I don't think I would ever get to stop. As it is, though, I do have a few remarks to mention.

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I have just had the strangest street meeting in my life.

Random Guy Handing People Flyers: Hi! Do you hate the suburbs?
Me: What?
Random Guy Handing People More Flyers: Do you have a boyfriend?
Me: What?
awkward pause.
Random Guy Reaching Into His Satchel: Do you think all the people living in the suburbs of Paris are dangerous young thugs who come and set fire to your car in the night?
Me: Er. No?

And then he gave me an erotic book and told me to read it with my (completely hypothetical) boyfriend.

It's mostly sentimental French claptrap about what women like and what men like with horribly tacky salacious puns and little notes like Just remember to make your partner feel good during sex! I'd never have guessed, guys.

Sometimes I'm very thankful to fandom for teaching me more about sex positivity than real life ever managed to.

Also: if all goes well and

misha0529 gets back to me, the final, coded version of ToNC should go up tomorrow. Starting from Monday onwards, though, I'm leaving in vacation, so my access to LJ/the Internet will be very (very, very) limited; if I'm not leaving comments or updating this journal for a long time, that'll be why.

Current Music: These Boots Are Made For Walking — Velvet 99

Oh my god, there's podfic now. Mildly agonizing over the keyboard, ahh.

This has been one hell of a rollercoaster. It's funny how my life online is generally wonderful, and RL is intensely stressful and chaotic, these days — still, no more Sherlock-related writer's block, which is very, very satisfying.

(For those who, well, don't frequent the Sherlock ficmeme, I've written meta!fic. And then it sort of became a 'verse, and there was fic o' fic o' fic. Yes.)

I think I've friended everyone back; so, ah, hello, all of you. I'm a little freaked out by all of this, as well as by

holmeschat and all the related journals, but it's fairly lovely. And flabbergasting. Mostly flabbergasting. (And I keep finding myself thinking I want to write jumperfucker /consulting_detective RPF! and then going oh, hold on. I already have. Damn.)

... and then I came across this, and now I actually want to write Derringer Sky. IDEK. My finals begin on Monday, fic has Do Not Write cerulean blue post-it notes on it.

Also, I've re-watched Shoscombe Old Place yesterday night, in a last-ditch attempt to calm my nerves down after a long day of Thomas Hardy and Shakespeare, and came to the final conclusion that whoever is filming that Tintin movie is going about it the wrong way. They ought to have stolen the TARDIS, gone back to 1991, and borrowed young!Jude Law for a few months. He'd fit the job perfectly.

/still giggling over this. There's fic right there — real!Holmes&Watson die unexpectedly, and Joe Barnes and a friend of his decide to take up their legacy by taking up their name and rooms a few years later. Hence the discrepancies between ACD!Holmes and Ritchie!Holmes. SERIOUSLY, IT MAKES A LOT OF SENSE.

Okay.

What just happened?

(This relates to everything. In my life. Right now.)

Current Mood: indescribable

So both Sherlock and Martin Freeman have won in the BAFTA awards. Yay? I have next to no idea what the BAFTA awards are or what they stand for, and we're fairly drowned in Cannes news over here, but seeing Cumberbatch's sparkly, sparkly shoes more than made up for my lack of knowledge.

Sparkly shoes.

Also, this happened:

"[Sherlock is] the gayest story in the history of television... People certainly run with that which I'm quite happy with! But we all saw it as a love story. Not just a love story, but those two people who do love each other - a slightly dysfunctional relationship sometimes, but a relationship that works. They get results."

— Martin Freeman

/LOLin'

/forever

Rrrrrresults, ooh baby.

Current Mood: giggly

Of a very strange, slanted sort. Somewhat happy, and somewhat ruining my life.

So I ran into this over on the Sherlock ficmeme.

And I. I can't write a Sherlock/To Say Nothing Of The Dog crossover. I just can't. It would be wonderful, and it would fit maddeningly well — the jet-lag and the history, Victorian London and stray, meaningful cats — it would mean tweaking the timeline around (forty years forward, what is that), and I could probably make it understandable enough to someone who hasn't read the book, considering. But. I just.

/BRAIN HAS IMPLODED.

In other news, Edward Hardwicke is dead. I can only hope that, if there's any kind of afterlife somewhere, he's currently having tea and buttered crumpets with Jeremy Brett and rekindling their friendship.

Current Mood: melancholy
Current Music: nobody knows me at all — the weepies