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Sep. 15th, 2002 01:53 amAhhh, the joys of using the lj client. Somehow, it feels more like I'm writing a private diary than when I post using the portal page, which is what I've been doing due to various problems. I think the reason for this is because when I go to my portal, I invariably look at my friends page first, and I'm always reminded that other people actually see what I write. Doing it thought the client, you can almost forget that when you press post, it's going off to a big electronic pinboard.
What has Louise been reading this week? You know I mentioned that Sherlock Holmes slash earlier? Well it's that. It's something I swore to myself I'd never read, because I thought that it just couldn't be done. I though that nobody could convince me, and keep them in character. But I was wrong, it can be done. If you're at all interested, see
here
Begone images of middle aged Watson a la Nigel Bruce. The casting of Watson throughout his screen career has always served as another impediment for me. Even taking the books as a guide, where Watson is supposed to be something of a looker, the images of Edward Hardwicke creep in. But with a healthy imagination like mine, I have managed to overcome the visual schooling of many years. Alright.
I went back to reread the books. I loved them as a youngster, as I loved all books that had passionate male relationships in. Reading them now, I can see that Jeremy Brett really did Holmes justice in the Granda adaptations. Conan Doyles' Holmes is flamboyant, loud, prone to 'shrieks of delight' when he's right about something, crawls about on all fours like 'a golden retriever' (kinky that), and is unfailingly rude and sarcastic when people are being dim, which is almost all the time. Holmes has a habit of playing the violin by scraping the bow across the strings randomly, Watson doesn't know why.
Leaning back in his armchair of an evening he would close his eyes and scrape carelessly at the fiddle which was thrown across his knee....I might have rebelled against these exasperating solos had it not been that he usually terminated them by playing in quick succession a series of my favourite airs as a slight compensation for the trial on my patience.
What has Louise been reading this week? You know I mentioned that Sherlock Holmes slash earlier? Well it's that. It's something I swore to myself I'd never read, because I thought that it just couldn't be done. I though that nobody could convince me, and keep them in character. But I was wrong, it can be done. If you're at all interested, see
here
Begone images of middle aged Watson a la Nigel Bruce. The casting of Watson throughout his screen career has always served as another impediment for me. Even taking the books as a guide, where Watson is supposed to be something of a looker, the images of Edward Hardwicke creep in. But with a healthy imagination like mine, I have managed to overcome the visual schooling of many years. Alright.
I went back to reread the books. I loved them as a youngster, as I loved all books that had passionate male relationships in. Reading them now, I can see that Jeremy Brett really did Holmes justice in the Granda adaptations. Conan Doyles' Holmes is flamboyant, loud, prone to 'shrieks of delight' when he's right about something, crawls about on all fours like 'a golden retriever' (kinky that), and is unfailingly rude and sarcastic when people are being dim, which is almost all the time. Holmes has a habit of playing the violin by scraping the bow across the strings randomly, Watson doesn't know why.
Leaning back in his armchair of an evening he would close his eyes and scrape carelessly at the fiddle which was thrown across his knee....I might have rebelled against these exasperating solos had it not been that he usually terminated them by playing in quick succession a series of my favourite airs as a slight compensation for the trial on my patience.
