In "A Scandal in Belgravia," Mycroft makes a passing comment to John about how, as a kid, Sherlock wanted to be a pirate. This is far from the only fanwork to take that idea seriously, but it's probably one of my favorites. By Reapersun.
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This is entirely unfair. The fog that so inspired my inner romantic last night, or one very much like it, is pressing around my apartment this morning. Again, I tried to take a picture with my cell phone and again it just looks like a white blur. My camera needs a new power-pack before I can use it to get a proper image.
But white blur isn't it at all. It's this kind of haziness, giving everything the look of as if you're peering through gossamer or thin curtains. You can see the old tree with its branches, dark and leafless in front of the pinkish-red office building across the way, and the Albanian flag hung above the door. But the fog is such that the red field of the flag almost fades against the pinkish-red of the building so it looks like a black spider kind of climbing through the air. And then there's the skyline beyond - it just sort of fades into the distance and seems to go on forever and not be entirely *there*.
The closest parallel I can think of is at the beginning of The Two Towers movie when Frodo and Sam are trying to cross the Emyn Muil just before they meet Gollum. The difference is that the landscape being obscured are really quite lovely: old buildings, and kids walking along the sidewalk with their parents, and several lines of rooftops that just seem to go on and on. The whole thing reminds me of the mood of Carl Sandburg's "Fog," which I've linked here.
Gloomy start to the last class session of the semester, but beautiful nonetheless.
A lovely share from just_ann_now on how Sherlock survived Reichenbach:
And my comments: Oh, dear. This would also explain how he could have left John hanging for two long years: the Doctor merely miscalculated the time they came back to. Funny!
The pope apparently started a council to address pedophilia in the church. This is a Very Good Thing, because it's probably one of the most damaging issues to the church in recent history, and certainly the way the church has done significant damage to other people.
As usual, though, Rule #1 of the internet applies. Don't read the comments sections of articles if you value your faith in humanity. A shockingly high number of people connect this with the alleged high degree of homosexuality in Catholic priests. (I don't know whether this claim about homosexuality proportions is factually true; it doesn't matter in the slightest.) Just in case it needs to be said:
Being gay, or straight, or bisexual, or anything in between doesn't make you a pedophile. In fact, I'd say if you aren't capable of also forming sexual relationships with other adults, those labels really shouldn't apply anyway. Being gay really and truly doesn't mean you're a danger to children, and being the loving father or mother from down the block doesn't make you a safe bet either. When it comes to something as horrific as child rape, facts matter.
My students should be glad I love music as much as I do, and that I recently discovered a song I'm enjoying listening to over and over again that's putting me in a good mood. Not only does it leave me smiling and more awake than if I'd had coffee, their exam just got a little easier. Not easier than it should be, but when I'm smiling over my latest earbug and rereading the exam, I do find myself making questions a little clearer and less involved. Endorphins are a powerful thing.
Goodness, Nelson Mandela died today. I know he was old but he was one of my political heroes, spurring me into my pacifism and making me realize I could make a positive impact in the world without using brute force.
A friend often types a Kyrie at moments of death like this. Yes, God have mercy on him, but I find myself wishing God would have mercy on *us* in his absence. I do realize he was old but this was someone I'm not entirely sure I was ready for him to die. I wish him and his family, and in an entirely different way us as well, peace.
It's been a long, rainy, dreary day here, and I know lots of people are bringing the serious with the death of Nelson Mandela. I could go that route, or I could take my normal posture as class clown. Somehow this commercial seems fitting for the man who worked so hard to end apartheid, and if nothing else it may give folks a smile.
Btw, I'm really enjoying the conversation on American-vs-Everyone Else attitudes to marriage and violent threats at this post. Thanks to everyone who's weighed in. And even if you don't have anything to add, you may find some of the comments fascinating. (In case there was any confusion, I wasn't saying that I personally looked down on people who built lives together without getting married, merely that this was less common and more of an issue for some Americans than it seemed to be around the world. See Beyonce's "Single Ladies" song for just one example of this attitude.)
Anywho, enjoy your day.