Give me Turks and candy.
Hmmm.... just saw the trailer for Sherlock Holmes. Certianly quite different. Not entirely sure if I'm sold on Robert Downey Jr. as the immortal, immoral detective - and I would throw myself down the stairs with a lightbulb in my mouth to see Robert Downey Jr. - but... but wait, who the hell cares, it's Robert Downey Jr. Honestly, the first thing I thought was - Oh, I can just imagine the slash fic that will come of this.
Okay, after I finished thinking oh my shirtless I thought that.

I always thought it more Mythbusters than James Bond. Holmes is a basically an uptight, skinny for lack of a better word wiry guy who likes violins and bees and Scullying things. "Nope, sorry chaps, that's wrong. You see, this, this and this make it clearly obvious" and then pull the entire dastardly scheme to bits, after having sat on the correct answer for some time previous. Hell, I used to watch the black & white ones with Basil Rathbone, who was quite, quite cool.

By the looks of things it will arrive equipped with all the suave swagger and debauchery you can point a silver-topped cane at, so I'm soldcurious by default, even if it's not how I remember the stories...

Perhaps I should pull the old tomes out and re-read a few, just to be sure.
And watch that trailer again...
 
 
And I was, like, so: contemplative
Soothing the beast: Michael Buble - Moondance
 
 

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Give me Turks and candy.

WAIIIIII I had the most awful afternoon yesterday. I had an appointment in the morning… and I missed it. I meant to visit someone… but I slept through when I was going to leave. I had to pick someone up… and accidentally left an hour early. My car stalled… then I locked my keys in it – then I locked myself out of the house – then tried to get back in through a window and broke something on the windowsill. I was late picking people up because I had to walk, and they’d turned their phone off. Came back to the house again, where I’d thought I’d left a back door unlocked, only to realise I’d locked the *inner* door.
 
Then to top it all off, it started raining, and the neighbours stopped on their way out to laugh at me. Bah.
 
But then they helped, so it was okay.
BUT IT STILL SUCKED SOME SERIOUS SUCK. It was ridiculous, like some kind of awful cartoon. Obviously, I can’t just lock my keys in the car and be done with it. It's gotta be a fully fledged gold-embossed cock-up or nothing.
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And I was, like, so: cranky
Soothing the beast: What Goes Around Comes Around – Marilyn Manson (he does great covers :3 )