Seriously how old am I? Obviously old enough to post this: Like the subject line says I am stuck. I should rephrase that...I am stuck AGAIN! Why? I overthink things that's why. I also broke a primary commandment in blogging...thou shalt write for thyself and see if others like it. For now I content myself … Continue reading A Post In Which Our Heroine Gets Stuck And Resorts To Fangirlish Things To Get…Well Unstuck
The boys are back on PBS: I confess to already seeing it. I knew someone who downloaded the episodes for me. It is not unique to me. As soon as the shows broadcast in England, people hit their favourite torrent sites to get the episodes. People usually discuss the show with a spoiler warning out … Continue reading Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Canadian Woman Who Couldn’t Wait
Fire up Your PVRs, DVRs, or *Cough* Favourite Torrent Sites Hear that high-pitched squeeing...it's Sherlock fans beside themselves in the UK for the return of the third series. (It's season to North American Folk, but I like 'series' it's more dignified, at least I think it is.) After smashing hearts with Dr. Who on Christmas, … Continue reading Midweek Geekiness: Getting Nerdy in the New Year
Every so often something comes along to make you laugh out loud, yet at the same time say ‘amen sister.’ This is one of those times. Thank you M for the heads up about this post. Mind you I am more of a Richard Armitage girl than a Benedict Cumberbatch groupie. No matter what leanings, this is a love letter to British TV fans everywhere.
Dear British Television,
Why are you trying to kill me? Between the anxiety you induce by making me wait forever for a new series of a show and then the heart wrenching you compel when the show finally comes back, I’m convinced you want me dead. Maybe I’m being a little paranoid and this should only be addressed to the shows you send my television all the way across the pond and not all of British Television… and I guess I can exclude the comedies, although some of them have made me laugh so hard I’m pretty sure I’ve stopped breathing for a second, but still. It’s like you know what you’re doing to me and every other fan out there, and I can just picture some of you (ehm ehm Moffat) sitting in a dark room somewhere wringing your hands while you laugh evilly about what you’ll do to us next.
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