Sherlock ep3
Jan. 12th, 2014 06:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobelin which I realize, thanks to browser autofill options, that I labeled my last Sherlock entry as 2x03 instead of 3x02. Whoops.
Twenty-five minutes in: pause for five minutes as my brain gets obsessed with ways to pull off the wallpaper motif in crochet. (Also the opposing wall has a different wallpaper completely, red and gold with square-diamond motifs instead of brown and cream stretched hexagon thingies. Spend an additional ten minutes googling the official name for stretched hexagon thingies, without much success. Apparently this episode is not holding my interest.)
Thirty-one minutes in: and we are back to the Knows Social Conventions Well Enough To Manipulate Them version of Sherlock, rather than the Why Are People Laughing And Or Crying Did I Do Something Wrong version we had last week, hm. (Though Puppy-Dog Eyes Over Ring Box is knd of an adorable look on him.)
Thirty-four minutes: Dammit.
Thirty-five minutes: Molly and not John?
Thirty-six: Wee!Sherlock, awwww.
Forty minutes: This a wee bit over-dramatic.
Fifty-two: Well, shit. Though hey, Sherlock didn't tell him, so...
Fifty-eight: Oh, *John*. John is always who breaks me. Also, ooh, hey, a skull painting. ...and bats omg.
1:22: I still think Sherlock kneeling is really fucking sexy.
1:24: William Sherlock Scott Holmes, huh?
Sum: a pretty meh episode, and the whole season sort of feels like filler, but at the end of it all, ot3 is intact (with cracks, but what else is new) and Sherlock isn't dead so ... back to figuring out the best crochet interpretation of the wallpaper, la la la.
Also, no, brain, you do not get to write the Epic AU of The Last Couple Of Minutes Didn't Happen, Sherlock Is Still In "Exile" But Managing To Keep Track Of John, The Baby Is Really Fraternal Twins And They Name The Girl Shirley And The Boy William, And John And Mary Have Epic Adventures.
Why? Because I said so, that's why.
Also because a) you can't write more than five words at a time without shriveling into a useless lump -- okay, maybe a hundred if we're including blog posts -- and b) whatever you write will get jossed anyway by S4, so there's no point.
Also, because reasons.
Shush.
Twenty-five minutes in: pause for five minutes as my brain gets obsessed with ways to pull off the wallpaper motif in crochet. (Also the opposing wall has a different wallpaper completely, red and gold with square-diamond motifs instead of brown and cream stretched hexagon thingies. Spend an additional ten minutes googling the official name for stretched hexagon thingies, without much success. Apparently this episode is not holding my interest.)
Thirty-one minutes in: and we are back to the Knows Social Conventions Well Enough To Manipulate Them version of Sherlock, rather than the Why Are People Laughing And Or Crying Did I Do Something Wrong version we had last week, hm. (Though Puppy-Dog Eyes Over Ring Box is knd of an adorable look on him.)
Thirty-four minutes: Dammit.
Thirty-five minutes: Molly and not John?
Thirty-six: Wee!Sherlock, awwww.
Forty minutes: This a wee bit over-dramatic.
Fifty-two: Well, shit. Though hey, Sherlock didn't tell him, so...
Fifty-eight: Oh, *John*. John is always who breaks me. Also, ooh, hey, a skull painting. ...and bats omg.
1:22: I still think Sherlock kneeling is really fucking sexy.
1:24: William Sherlock Scott Holmes, huh?
Sum: a pretty meh episode, and the whole season sort of feels like filler, but at the end of it all, ot3 is intact (with cracks, but what else is new) and Sherlock isn't dead so ... back to figuring out the best crochet interpretation of the wallpaper, la la la.
Also, no, brain, you do not get to write the Epic AU of The Last Couple Of Minutes Didn't Happen, Sherlock Is Still In "Exile" But Managing To Keep Track Of John, The Baby Is Really Fraternal Twins And They Name The Girl Shirley And The Boy William, And John And Mary Have Epic Adventures.
Why? Because I said so, that's why.
Also because a) you can't write more than five words at a time without shriveling into a useless lump -- okay, maybe a hundred if we're including blog posts -- and b) whatever you write will get jossed anyway by S4, so there's no point.
Also, because reasons.
Shush.