fyi, a post
Nov. 27th, 2013 10:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
netgirl_y2k1. Fuckity fuck, it is cold. When I was a carer, I used to have the heating on all the time from about late September, for my grandmother's sake, you know. But as it's just me and I am young(ish) and a given value of healthy I thought I'd try to be a bit stoic, and leave the central heating off for as long as possible. Except at the point where I was in bed wearing jammies, a dressing gown, and elbow length gloves (so I could stick my hands out from under the covers to read, obviously) I remembered that I am not a stoic person and have no capacity for coping with even mild hardship. Millions of years of evolution have resulted in me; an organism perfectly designed to exist under an enormous duvet with a mug of hot tea. So on went the heating.
1a) btw, I blame my ill-advised experiment in stoicism for the apocalyptic death cold I've been fighting off for most of November.
2) Spent a frighteningly huge portion of yesterday reading about the Scottish independence white paper on various news sites. Slightly miffed to discover that an independent Scotland would lose the BBC but keep the monarchy, because switch those two around and you'd have my vote; what a wasted opportunity to get away from the over-sentimentalised, money-sucking, relic from a bygone era that is the British monarchy. If anyone's curious, I'm in the haven't really decided but leaning towards Yes camp. It's a little confusing, because I'm not sure if I really am in favour of an independent Scotland, or if I just want as much distance (and ideally one of those giant ice walls that they have in the opening credits of Game of Thrones) between me and the current Westminster government as possible. Although, this is probably the best time to to have a referendum; I mean, if you can't get a Yes vote with Cameron and that lot of robber-barons in power then you're probably never going to get one.
3) I walked past a Christmas market the other day. A Christmas market. How the hell did that happen? It was only January five minutes ago. On the other hand -- my kindle's on its last legs, I think, and refusing to hold a charge. I've started dropping hints as to how I'd quite like a new one; saying things like: oh no, my battery's died, and just when they were about to bomb Hitler. Drat. Too subtle, you think?
4) I've been thinking about that scene in the other week's Elementary, about how Sherlock isn't a nice man and if Joan wants to continue working with him she'll have to accept that, mostly because it struck me as an odd little subplot in an otherwise strong episode. Because what I really like about JLM's Sherlock is that -- yeah, nice is a word that has any number of meanings, not all of them flattering -- but actually, by and large, he is nice. He's impatient with a lot of social niceties, he's rude and he's awkward, and he has a personality that often makes him difficult to be around. But he has shown great kindness, and he has a bottomless wellspring of compassion for victims.
So, yeah, I objected to the I am not nice thing on a couple of fronts, 1) it ran generally counter to the way Sherlock's been shown to be, and 2) it felt even more out of place in an episode that once again underlines Sherlock's fundamental decency; when the killer manages to provoke Sherlock to violence it's not by pointing out that he's tricked and outsmarted him, or that he looks to be getting away with murder, it's by taunting him with what the victim might have gone through before she died.
All in all, it felt like a speech that had been written for the BBC version of the character, then gotten lost.
And it would have worked for me, if it had been framed as Joan wishing for more professionalism from Sherlock, a little professional courtesy goes a long way, after all; and its not an unreasonable thing for a business partner to demand, especially not in an episode where in addition to alienating some of their police allies, Sherlock had given serious consideration to framing a suspect. But as it was written, eh.
1a) btw, I blame my ill-advised experiment in stoicism for the apocalyptic death cold I've been fighting off for most of November.
2) Spent a frighteningly huge portion of yesterday reading about the Scottish independence white paper on various news sites. Slightly miffed to discover that an independent Scotland would lose the BBC but keep the monarchy, because switch those two around and you'd have my vote; what a wasted opportunity to get away from the over-sentimentalised, money-sucking, relic from a bygone era that is the British monarchy. If anyone's curious, I'm in the haven't really decided but leaning towards Yes camp. It's a little confusing, because I'm not sure if I really am in favour of an independent Scotland, or if I just want as much distance (and ideally one of those giant ice walls that they have in the opening credits of Game of Thrones) between me and the current Westminster government as possible. Although, this is probably the best time to to have a referendum; I mean, if you can't get a Yes vote with Cameron and that lot of robber-barons in power then you're probably never going to get one.
3) I walked past a Christmas market the other day. A Christmas market. How the hell did that happen? It was only January five minutes ago. On the other hand -- my kindle's on its last legs, I think, and refusing to hold a charge. I've started dropping hints as to how I'd quite like a new one; saying things like: oh no, my battery's died, and just when they were about to bomb Hitler. Drat. Too subtle, you think?
4) I've been thinking about that scene in the other week's Elementary, about how Sherlock isn't a nice man and if Joan wants to continue working with him she'll have to accept that, mostly because it struck me as an odd little subplot in an otherwise strong episode. Because what I really like about JLM's Sherlock is that -- yeah, nice is a word that has any number of meanings, not all of them flattering -- but actually, by and large, he is nice. He's impatient with a lot of social niceties, he's rude and he's awkward, and he has a personality that often makes him difficult to be around. But he has shown great kindness, and he has a bottomless wellspring of compassion for victims.
So, yeah, I objected to the I am not nice thing on a couple of fronts, 1) it ran generally counter to the way Sherlock's been shown to be, and 2) it felt even more out of place in an episode that once again underlines Sherlock's fundamental decency; when the killer manages to provoke Sherlock to violence it's not by pointing out that he's tricked and outsmarted him, or that he looks to be getting away with murder, it's by taunting him with what the victim might have gone through before she died.
All in all, it felt like a speech that had been written for the BBC version of the character, then gotten lost.
And it would have worked for me, if it had been framed as Joan wishing for more professionalism from Sherlock, a little professional courtesy goes a long way, after all; and its not an unreasonable thing for a business partner to demand, especially not in an episode where in addition to alienating some of their police allies, Sherlock had given serious consideration to framing a suspect. But as it was written, eh.