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Name: Our Love is Easy, Sherlock--Irene Vidder: Miss_Sabre Music: Our Love Is Easy, by Melody Gardot Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Irene Adler Spoilers: Spoilers for S2E1 Summary: Irene tells Sherlock their love is easy, because, of course, it is- isn't it? Disclaimer: The song is not mine, and neither is Sherlock. Or the show. |
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I have been trying to come up with something coherent to say for I-don't-know-how-long, and all that comes to mind is AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! YAAAAAAAAAAAAY! AHHHHHHHHHHH! Neil Gaiman linked to my video (spoilery for season two of Sherlock) on his tumblr. Like I said. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! |
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Made another vid. Like I said before, I'm obsessed. Name: One Tiny Thing (Out of Place) I listened to this song right after I made the last vid, and the lyrics seemed too perfect.Therefore, I am including lyrics. ( Lyics under cut )
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So I am clearly one obsessed puppy when it comes to Sherlock. I have just made my first fanvid, and we have Sherlock and snow to thank for that. You see, Seattle is experiencing the apocalypse in the form of snow right now, and today is my second snow day. I have had time to follow my obsessions. ( Without further ado, Sherlock/John, Rest My Chemistry by Interpol. Spoilers for all six episodes of Sherlock! )
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Apart from my one Sherlock fic, I haven't posted in a long time. It's starting to seem like a habit of mine to pick up on this journal again right after new year's. Last year I made the resolution to write a little every day and, while I didn't stick to it, I did manage to get a lot of writing done (which was my real reason for the resolution, so I don't so much see it as failing.) If I look back on the past year, it's been a terribly busy one for me, and it's sort of been my first real introduction to fandom. I mean, I've lurked for a very long time, but this year I actually got involved, if only peripherally. To de-anon myself, I was I moved a few times, I'm now living with one of my best friends since 8th grade (whom I have known since 2nd grade), and my boyfriend. I applied to and got into the UW. I discovered that I get to go to Paris next summer (with my grandparents, who are awesomely cool people) This term, at school, I'm taking my second acting class at the UW, french 301, and a class on the Psychology of gender. I'm really excited for everything, because I am interested in all of it, although french 301 scares me a little. It's entirely immersion- including the part where we get our homework assignments, so I am constantly afraid that I am not understanding what I need to do. The first class made me feel a little bit like a poser idiot who couldn't speak french because everyone around me seemed to know what was going on, and I was very confused, but the second class I understood almost everything, so that makes me feel better. (And, also, can anyone explain to me why the format of this entry is so messed up? It's only that way in a few spots, and nothing I do seems to fix it in the preview.) |
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I watched The new episode of Sherlock last night! Oh my goodness! And, also, I have fic. Sadly, the two are unrelated. Title: The Elegance of Deduction
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Woo! I'm off camping today! I haven't been camping in far too long, so this is very, very exciting. Especially since there may be kayaking, if the weather permits. The other thing that's exciting is realizing I have good enough friends here to be invited camping. Yay! On the 5 hour car ride over, the plan is to play a d6 RP that we all sort of made up ourselves, called The Deranged Dirigible. I am Rosita, the cook of our pirate airship, and I only speak in one syllable words until I get raging drunk (which, since it's the pirate ship and I have access to all the alcohol as cook, is often). It's just fun, stupid silliness, and should hopefully pass the time well. There will also be this cheesecake, which I made for this trip (That is a blatant lie. I made it for me, and it's only good fortune that there is any left). I will probably lack internet all weekend, alas. Which means, sadly, I will miss the new Doctor Who and the update to this BNF!John Sherlock fic, which I have been living for these past few days. Darn! But, still. Camping! |
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So, after having gone through my friends list and seeing the sorts of things happening to other people today, what I came to write about seems far less dramatic and interesting. Still, I'm here to share. Bf and I had just sat down with a cup of tea and some Scrubs (I do love netflix), and we were commenting on how loud the rain outside was when our oven sprang a leak. Rain water (I assume) was pouring out of the vent above the oven, and dripping out of the cracks where oven meets cupboard. So we dealt with that with an ingenious use of (wait for it)towels and a large pot to catch the drips. We were sitting back down to tea and Scrubs and congratulating ourselves on a job well done (shush, this is our first apartment, little things are big adventures) when... our light fixture started dripping water, right by Bf's computer. So, after freaking out, moving the computer, and taking care of the leak, we went all over the house and put things under light fixtures. How does... How does that work? Is there a water pipe running right next to the light bulb? a tube that goes from the top of the building down to our light? We are on the bottom floor of an apartment! It makes no sense! And, after taking precautions nothing else has happened. There is still the occasional drip from our light fixture, but nothing else. Whenever something like this happens I think what a sad little apartment it is, but then I look around and t just makes me happy. The toilet doesn't always flush, only two of the elements on my stove work (and one of those has red paint stuck to it), and our sink spray-y thing (is there a word for that?) doesn't like turning off, but I really really love this place. It will be sad to say goodbye in a few weeks time. Still, I'm looking forward to going back to Seattle. |
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I think I am in love with Neil Gaiman. Actually, I know I am, and have known I am am ever since Freshman year of highschool when I read Smoke and Mirrors sitting on a couch in the hallway, outside my coordinator's classroom (I went to an odd school, for those of you who do not know). Even without the author's picture on the back (Sexy, bad-boy leather jacket, scruffy, all knowing... author-y face) I think I would have developed the crush on him, just for his ideas and his writing. The picture just sealed the deal. And, why yes, this was my first celebrity crush ever. On an author. This says a great deal about my childhood. Someday I will read the Sandman series. I own one of them from the middle of the series, but reading books out of order gives me fits. (I read Anne of Green Gables out of order, and I nearly cried. Turns out the compilation I had was a best of, with one, two, and five. After my freak out, I made my mother promise to take me to Half Price books the next day so I could rectify the problem. Good thing my parents are also avid readers, and therefore understand) And now for the thing that started my musings on Neil Gaiman afresh, The Doctor's Wife, Neil Gaiman's episode of Doctor Who. I loved it so much I doubt there will be coherence, but I'm trying anyway. What else is LJ for? ( Cut for spoilers and excessive squee ) |
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