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    Recently watched movies

    After seeing Downton Abbey last week, I was feeling like I wanted to stay in the 1920s awhile longer. So I queued up a golden oldie, just to see what my feelings about it were some two decades after I watched it the first time CHARIOTS OF FIRE (1981) This Oscar winner for Best Picture follows (with considerable dramatic license) the path to the 1924 Paris Olympics for two rival track stars from Britain who, despite sharing a similar athletic gift, down to the same events, couldn't have been more different. Harold Abrahams (Ben Cross, aka Spock's father in the JJ Abrams Star Trek for anybody here under 40) arrives at Cambridge University with a gift for running fast and a huge chip on his shoulder; as a Jew, and a small minority in a sea of white Anglo-Saxon culture, he both studies for the bar and runs out of the intense need to prove that Jews are not an inferior race. He's a talented man, but not a happy one, nor especially popular, except to his best mate Aubrey (Nicholas Farrell), who functions in this story as the nominal narrator at times, in the manner of Nick Carroway to Jay Gatsby, his more enigmatic friend. As Abrahams and other members of the future British men's track and field team make their undergraduate progress through Cambridge, the narrative switches over to the Highlands of Scotland, where we meet Eric Liddell, aka, 'The Flying Scotsman' (Ian Charleson), the China-born son of Church of Scotland missionaries, whom God has blessed with a sublime gift of speed. Young Liddell is on his way to becoming a master orator as he prepares for a career in missionary service back in China, but he is persuaded to use his gift to represent Scotland at the Games. His form is all his own, but he runs for the sheer unadulterated pleasure in running well. "God made me fast, and when I run, I feel his pleasure," he said. In Paris, these two men and their diametrically opposed philosophies of running will collide, and their showdown is meant to be one of the highlights of these Games. Until, on the steamer over to France, Eric discovers that the heats for the 100-meter dash, his signature event, will be held on a Sunday. He takes a stand for his faith, and . . .the rest is history. ******* Is it a worthwhile view? Yes. Just don't expect it to move fast except for the parts where people are actually running. The pace is very sedate, but if the iconic scene of young men at the peak of their powers running in barefoot slo-mo on the beach to Vangelis's equally iconic score doesn't stir you, you should check your pulse. Ben Cross has remained active over the years; Nicholas Farrell is a familiar face as a frequent guest star in British TV dramas--he was the baby of this group at only 26. Sadly, Ian Charleson passed away in 1990 from complications of AIDS, virtually the first celebrity death in Britain attributed to the epidemic. Before his untimely death, he'd had a triumph on the stage as what many critics consider to be the definitive Hamlet. Learning of his death puts me in mind of the A.E. Houseman poem that has stuck with me since senior year of high school. "To an Athlete Dying Young" The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high. Today, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town. Smart lad, to slip betimes away From fields where glory does not stay, And early though the laurel grows It withers quicker than the rose. Eyes the shady night has shut Cannot see the record cut, And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears. Now you will not swell the rout Of lads that wore their honours out, Runners whom renown outran And the name died before the man. So set, before its echoes fade, The fleet foot on the sill of shade, And hold to the low lintel up The still-defended challenge-cup. And round that early-laurelled head Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead, And find unwithered on its curls The garland briefer than a girl’s.
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    Recently watched movies

    Saw DOWNTON ABBEY over the weekend. Written by show creator Sir Julian Fellowes, the film is a lushly photographed, beautifully scored parade of costumes and setpieces and very little else. In endeavouring to include all of the characters audiences are expecting to see, the result is that all but a few characters get very little more than a cameo. Matthew Goode, for example, playing Mary's husband, literally arrives at the very last minute and gets exactly one scene, though he's in the main credits with everyone else. With pruning, this could have made a great one-hour episode of the series. As it stands it's more than a little thin for the running time, but it looks and sounds fantastic. It's 1926, a year after our show closed (three years in real time) . . and Downton is aflutter with the news that they will be receiving a royal visit from their Majesties King George V and Queen Mary (the current queen's grandparents) during their royal progress of Yorkshire. The bulk of the action is spent in the preparations, giving more meaty roles to the belowstairs contingent than to the up. The movie ties up some plot ends from the series. I was gratified to see Branson (Allen Leech) get a second chance at love, after grieving Sibby for the last seven years . . and I was REALLY gratified to be reminded that second daughter Lady Edith (Laura Carmichael), after years of being abused by her sister, the snotty Lady Mary (Michelle Dockery), who acted like the sun shone out of her backside, is now a Marchioness, the rank of nobility second only to a Duchess, while Mary has settled for being the wife of the local car dealer. It's a successful enterprise, but still . . .score major points to the younger sister. The standout of the entire thing is ex-footman Moseley (Kevin Doyle), once again pressed into service for the great occasion, and Moseley gets so excited he entirely forgets his station while serving, with hilarious results. Verdict: A pleasant diversion for 2 hours, but really only for the hardcore Downton Abbey enthusiasts. If you haven't seen the entirely of the series, you will be hopelessly lost. There's no time for character introductions or backstories, as it is assumed that the core audience are all conversant in DA lingo and personnel. If you have not caught up on your Downton Abbey and have no desire to, I recommend a viewing of Gosford Park instead. You'll get your complement of Maggie Smith quotations without needing a scorecard.
  3. Hikari

    Which Sherlock Holmes are you?

    I guess I can see Edward Hardwicke as a Hobbit. He was a somewhat roly poly not terribly tall man. Nigel Bruce was, I believe, quite a large man in both girth and height. He might have made a good Bombur. Frankly, I can't see David Burke as a Hobbit. To me he represents the older version of Jude Law's portrayal, the vigorous soldier, just in midlife. Nigel Bruce and Basil Rathbone were my reference points for years with these two characters. Then I read the Canon and saw how woefully mistreated Dr. Watson has been on film. You are not the first person who has said that Jude Law doesn't seem like Watson to you, despite his remarkable resemblance to the Paget illustrations . . maybe it's because his Watson is so competent, it throws viewers who've been accustomed to seeing Watson exploited as the buffoonish comedy relief, taking pratfalls in buckets and so forth? I feel protective of Watson, who is not a buffoon in any sense. He's not as smart as Holmes, but I'd wager that he's the smartest man in a room that does not contain a Holmes. He's a skilled surgeon, not a dummy. I think Jude portrayed this very well. Smarts, athleticism, courage, and a magnetic draw for the ladies . . Jude ticks all the boxes. Nigel, God bless him, doesn't tick any of them. Sherlock Holmes would never have condescended to hang out with such a dolt, would he? The Doctor tends to be very self-deprecating as he narrates the stories, downplaying his own role and contributions, and so the mythos of him as a genial idiot has sprung up, despite the fact that Holmes would never have tolerated such a person. Colin Blakely from TPLOSH might have passed as a Hobbit, though I see him more Dwarflike . . Thorin, perhaps. Sir James Mason . .definitely not Hobbit material. It helps to be really short, and only Martin Freeman fits that bill.
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    Recently watched movies

    I have not seen Cool Runnings for some years, but I remember it as being charming and funny as we accompany Jamaica's first-ever bobsled team on their Olympic journey. Bobsled is now a proud tradition in Jamaica and I think they have improved exponentially since 1988. They are always crowd favorites. IIRC, Eddie Edwards was paired in some promotional events with the Jamaican bobsledders as sort of a 'Hopelessly Inept at their chosen Sport but Having a Great Time at the Olympics'! Tour.
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    Which Sherlock Holmes are you?

    I read reviewers online that said that they had a hard time seeing 'Bilbo Baggins' as John Watson, having seen The Hobbit before BBC Sherlock. I can't comment on how I might have reacted, seeing as JW was first and then Bilbo for me. Martin Freeman is perfect for both roles. We couldn't say that about just anybody. Can you see Jude Law as a Hobbit? Obviously not. Just as Ian Holm was a perfect Older Bilbo, Martin embodied Bilbo in his prime absolutely brilliantly. Having enjoyed the animated Bilbo from the children's animation in the 1970s, I always pictured a live-action Hobbit as somewhat hairier, perhaps, but along with all the Hobbits from Jackson's LOTR trilogy, MF was perfect Hobbity casting. He was fortunate to have the concurrent job already well established, as well as a significant body of work behind him as an actor. I think the younger guys who played Hobbits at the relative start of their careers have struggled a bit in their post-Hobbit roles. Dominic Monaghan was fortunate to get LOST and Hetty Winthrop Investigates . . but we don't hear terribly much from Billy Boyd or Elijah Wood or Sean Astin, relatively speaking. They will always be 'the Hobbits' from LOTR, whereas Martin will be at least equally known for Sherlock and the Office, among other.
  6. Hikari

    Which Sherlock Holmes are you?

    I see your worship and I accept it. At first, it just seemed coincidental that Martin Freeman was playing two, what seemed to be completely disparate characters . . but upon reflection, I realized that the two, one man, one Hobbit, have so much in common. Perhaps having Martin portray both of them got me thinking along those lines which I hadn't before. Watson seems the more naturally courageous type, opting for soldiering and the rough, adventurous life-threatening dangerous life by choice. Bilbo got dragged unwillingly into his . . though in the final analysis, he *was* willing, after all. One can make the case that it required greater courage to be a Hobbit, not necessarily in fighting trim, with no training in martial arts, and smaller than everyone else to become a brave warrior. Watson started out as a brave warrior and suffered a crisis of confidence after his injury and losing his soldier's identity. In both cases, each discovers his purpose when paired with his 'leader'. Both enjoy a good pipe and a good tot as well. Both love a good waistcoat. Both get adept at sleeping rough but neither really likes it much. Both have arch-nemeses . . Smaug, Moriarty . . both bad, bad dudes. The willingness to lay down his life for his friend is their salient characteristic in common.
  7. Hikari

    Which Sherlock Holmes are you?

    But Bilbo Baggins IS John Watson, and not just because Martin Freeman plays both . . think about it. Bilbo is the Watson to Thorin's Sherlock, the authoritarian leader-figure with the inner darkness. Both Bilbo and Watson will fight to the death for their friend/leader/brother-at-arms. Both are jerked rudely away from a comfortable middle-class life and respectability into life threatening adventures, which exhilarate them to their own great surprise. I will welcome being called Bilbo Baggins . . .if I can be Bilbo AFTER his Adventure. The pre-quest Bilbo was a stick in the mud. The Bilbo who came back was forever changed, like a hobbit who had faced down death in Afghanistan and then met consulting detective who was more than a bit Wizard-like.
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    Recently watched movies

    It reminded me quite a lot in spirit of "The Cutting Edge", if you enjoyed that film. "Eddie the Eagle" is not a romantic comedy, unless we count Eddie's decades-long romance with the Olympic Games. There has been a lot of dramatic license taken to turn Ed's story into a feel-good movie. The man himself is a very positive individual, but his road to the Olympics wasn't all peaches. He lived in a mental hospital in Finland at one point during his training because he couldn't afford other accommodation. I remember Eddie's story and I watched him in action during the Calgary Games. He always looked middle-aged even then, but he was only 23 at the time, or two years older than me. The movie depicts his working class parents as split in their support of Eddie's dream; his mother was for it, but his father (Keith Allen), a plasterer by trade, wants his only child to stop dreaming and settle down to a 'real' job. 30 years on, Eddie looks largely the same as he did back then, with the same irrepressible energy and smile. He has cobbled together a post-Olympic career of some stunt/daredevil type work (he holds a record for jumping over parked cars, apparently), some voiceover work and dribs and drabs. I don't think he ever went back to plastering. Taron Egerton has impeccable physical comedy timing which has come in handy in all his roles. The role went to him after production delays meant that first Steve Coogan and then Rupert Grint were attached and then had to pass. I think it was for the best that the project was delayed for nearly ten years--they found the right actor for Eddie, and Taron would have been too young and obscure if it had come around earlier. I'm not sure how many movie-goers under the age of 40 would remember 'Eddie the Eagle' but he certainly was a breath of fresh air during those Olympics . . exemplifying as he did the spirit of the TRUE amateur. He did not start ski jumping until a year before the Games and made up for in fearlessness and grit what he lacked in experience. I'm amazed that he didn't kill himself! When Hugh Jackman appears, playing a real-life washed up boozy former ski-jumping prodigy driving a snow machine, I immediately thought "Wolverine!" Calgary Olympics, how appropriate. Hugh is a very large and somewhat hirsute guy even when he's playing a normal human. He and Egerton make a good team.
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    Recently watched movies

    A recent view on DVD: "Eddie the Eagle" (2016) Taron Egerton, who gave an Oscar-worthy performance as Elton John earlier this year in "Rocketman" first dipped a toe into biopic of nerdy-looking English celebrities three years ago with this film, detailing the rise of Michael 'Eddie the Eagle' Edwards from the most unlikely Olympian ever to national folk hero overnight after his appearance at the 1988 Calgary Olympics. As a youth, Eddie required surgery to correct knee problems. While he was laid up, he read a book about the 1972 Olympic Games and from that point forward, announced to his parents that his chief ambition in life was to be an Olympian. With thick glasses, and not naturally coordinated, this seemed a foolhardy ambition. None of the track and field events seemed a good fit, and he gravitated to skiing, at which he was better. Not good enough to qualify for the men's downhill team, however. By exploiting a loophole in the rules, which stipulated that he only had to qualify at one major international competition, Eddie became the sole member of the British ski jumping team. Britain had not fielded ski jumping since 1928. The fact that he came in dead last in both of his jumps did not diminish his cult status. Someone will always come last, but Eddie Edwards was anything but a failure, having worked doggedly and resolutely for his dream since childhood. Also, in the process of finishing last in the field, Eddie still managed to hold the British ski jumping record for six years. His humble and humorous manner and genuine delight in being at the Olympic Games was infectious. His presence at the Games exemplified the motto, as stated by the father of the modern Olympics, Pierre de Coubertin, "The important thing in the Olympic Games is not to win, but to take part." Eddie's extreme popularity was not enough to erase the embarrassment of his low finish in official quarters, and in 1990 the IOC instituted the 'Eddie the Eagle Rule" which stipulates that a competitor must finish in the top 30% or top 50 competitors in his/her sport in order to qualify. Sadly for Eddie, he failed to qualify at the 1992, 1994 and 1998 Games due to the new regulations. He was delighted to have his life story sold as the basis for a film, and until Edgerton and director Dexter Flecher got it made, it had been in development limbo for more than a decade. Despite its formulaic 'sports underdog triumphs' script, the humor and heart, not to mention the perfectly-selected 1980s soundtrack makes it a feel-good experience you won't be sorry you took the leap on (pun!) Hugh Jackman co-stars as Eddie's initially unwilling coach, Bronson Peary.
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    Which Sherlock Holmes are you?

    I might wish I was more Sherlockian, but I recognize the inevitability of my nature and accept that I am a Watson. I love words and stories. My impulse is to romanticize antiseptic 'facts' whenever possible. Makes for a better story that way. I am not immune to Logic, but I am and always have been, a Romantic at heart. Secretly I yearn to be a Bohemian and have grand Adventures, and even wouldn't mind learning how to shoot a revolver, but I desist because my hand-eye coordination stinks. I love to eat, and can wax rhapsodic about meals I have eaten. Creature comforts are important to me. Money problems, chiefly the lack of it, are constant. I don't gamble; I buy books and craft beers instead. Of all the sciences, Biology was the one I liked the best. I like to think I am strong at the sight of blood and can be efficient around wounds, but then, I have never had to see a man's intestines hanging out of his body or anything really gross. I consider myself to be an absolutely loyal friend, so long as one does not violate my trust too many times . . or the law. Ways in which I am like SH: Love for music and being a slob. If I had to pick a Sherlock to represent myself . . ? Probably Basil Rathbone. Jeremy Brett and Robert Stephens's Sherlocks are too energetic.
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    The Dress (color perception)

    Are these supposed to be tests for color blindness? I see a gold and white dress and a pink and white shoe. Passed my color perception test at the eye doc which I take twice a year recently with good results. The color quality on both photos isn't great, but unless the photos have been digitally altered on purpose to create eye teasers, either a shoe is pink and white, or it is blue and grey . . both of them can't be correct.
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    The Dress (color perception)

    Granted, I’m doing this on a small screen in the dark but I see brownish bands interspersed with thinner white bands. I guess I would call the brownish bands “bronze”. This is what I see.
  13. Thanks for that. I'm seeing 'stan' everywhere these days, re. celebrities. I could get the meaning but wondered where that came from.
  14. @Artemis, Age & experiences have helped me also be more accepting of the way I am; I used to worry about 'circulating' and making chit-chat in gatherings because I felt that it was expected. After so many years of being forced into a 'leader' role in the classroom and in front of storytime classes and having to go on local media to promote the library and etc., I feel more at ease when I do speak, but there are times when I just don't feel like making the effort for what is a superficial return, and I stay quiet and watch people. If there's someone I want to speak to, I do, but rather than wander around a room trying to insert myself into conversation 'just because I should', I no longer feel apologetic if I don't feel like working the room. If anyone has anything interesting to say to me, they can find me. As a kid, I would have framed my temperament with the negatively-connoted 'shy'. I prefer 'reserved'. Shy people want to speak but are crippled by fear into hobbling themselves. 'Reserved' however, is empowering--reserved people are not afraid to speak, but they 'reserve' their remarks for the most opportune moments and people. They, not the fear, dictate when and how much they will participate. The biggest thing I have learned through experience is that everyone is waging some sort of internal battle; even the ones that seem the most together or the life of the party have hidden pain, hidden darkness which makes them feel insecure/inferior at times. We are all in the same boat with our human condition, but some of us, largely the introverts, have awareness of the brokenness that comes along with living in this world. If anybody's going to mock me or judge me negatively for not being like themselves, they only demonstrate their own shallowness. When we accept that nobody is 'better' than us and that often the prevailing cultural values that tell us that we 'have' to conform to a certain personality type to be acceptable or successful are just flat wrong and damaging . . it's freeing. People can like me, or not . . I'm mostly just working on being OK with myself and nobody can 'give' that to me . . nor should anybody have the power to 'take' that from me. This knowledge has made it easier for me to be more outgoing with people, because nobody has any kind of social superpower that I don't. The worst thing that could happen? I get embarrassed. That was like Kryptonite as a younger person, but it's such a routine occurrence, IJDAF anymore . . I've learned I'll live. You are so right that the families we grow up in create the frames of reference by which we will be known and largely know ourselves thorough life . . 'the smart one'; 'the pretty one'; 'the social butterfly'; the good/bad student', etc. My parents were both intensely introverted, my mother more so than my dad, who had to overcome his native shyness to make a living in commission sales. Both were not very demonstrative with praise or affection or validation, verbally or in other ways, but were generous with their criticisms. It was not a recipe for a rock-solid foundation of self-esteem. I was a bookworm, with an avid imaginative life, and a Romantic (big R). My parents were both pragmatists, and never really 'got' me. Let's just say I have a lot of empathetic understanding for Prince Charles . . we were both dreamy eldest kids of four, and out of step often with our parental units and siblings. I remain a disappointing failure to my mother because I'm not married. Of all us kids, I'd say only the youngest is actually Extroverted, but they've all had much more conventional paths through life than I with marriages, mortgages, kids, PTA membership, suburban lives like my parents'. My mom remains a severe Introvert. Comparing myself to her, I'm practically an E. She was always telling me I was too fat and to get my face out of the book, and be more social, so even extreme Introverts can criticize other Is for not being the homecoming queen . . .interesting, isn't it? I don't want to wind up like my mom in my old age and that propels me to pick up the phone and make plans with people. Besides 5+ years' world of travels to and within Japan, I made a solo trip to the Far North--Yukon Territory, Canada--for 2 weeks. If I hadn't had to get back to the sodding job, I might still be up there. I'm not really a winter person, but I think I could live very happily in Vancouver. Unfortunately for me, all I saw of Vancouver was the airport, but I'd love to go back properly. I enjoy the bragging rights of being the only person I know who's been to Whitehorse, YT . .at least until I found out that one of our security officers rode his motorcycle up there. So there are two of us in our small-town library who've been to Whitehorse. The British Isles are on my bucket list, along with France and some other places that get sun but hopefully not hurricanes.
  15. Well, that describes me, pretty much. The best I can manage is "I hope to God I look more together than I feel . . (But that's only because I'm hiding my Perceiver Slob shame and inner chaos, or hoping I can hide it.) There are a number of books out on Introverts; I haven't read any of them. The paradox of working full time in a busy urban library is that I read a lot more before I started working in a library. I was a very introverted kid, but as I have gotten older, I have become more extroverted. I will never flock to a huge raucous party as my idea of a good time, but I've reached an age where I am shedding giving a F* of what other people think I 'should' be like or do. I've lived on my own since college and spent six years in a foreign country that I flew off to with about 10 words of the language and knowing no one. Forcing myself out of my shell was a survival tactic . . but even though I crave the society others more than I used to, I routinely experience weekends during which the only human interaction I get in two days is with my barista at Starbucks. If I were truly still a deep Introvert, I would like it this way, but I don't. I've also learned that I've got to advocate for myself because no one else is going to. I've resolved to never deny myself an experience because I'll have to do it by myself. I've traveled to two foreign countries by myself and am eying an expatriate retirement, because I"m not willing to say that all my grand adventures are over. I can't help what other people think or whether or not they want to hang with me or think I'm worth their friendship . . I have to forge ahead and do as much as I can solo.
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    Benedict Cumberbatch News

    He really should learn the word. Met Gala? Hell, NO. Hades? . . uh . . .Nooo. Another helping of Dr. Strange? Nope, been there, done that. Interesting mix of hi/low, is our Ben.
  17. My supervisor is only 5 months older than me, so we have all the same frames of reference as kids who were children in the '70s and were in high school in the 1980s. We both studied education, worked as teachers and now are librarians. I am an INFP, Dreamer, Messy Desk inhabitor, adventurer, animal lover, Libra. I can really get lost in my own head and my capacity for compassion over suffering is sometimes incapacitating due to the often sorrowful world we inhabit. She is a Taurus, the bull, and she can be bull-headed. She's loud and extroverted. Pragmatic. Slobbers all over human babies but could really give a toss about animals. Definitely more of a regimented person than I, and her desk/office is pristine. Her personal planner is color-coded and crammed with appointments . . . a quick glance at it, and it could be a Allied playbook for the D-Day invasion. She does not leave anything to chance, this woman. Whereas, spontaneity is my middle name. She's got next year's vacation booked and itinerized within an inch of it's life. I don't know what I'm having for lunch . . in three hours. If I have to MBTI her I'd say ESFJ. We've got F in common. She can be selectively compassionate, but also very moody and she plays obvious favorites. I am not in that category; she prefers women like her--married and extremely organized. I'm neither. This is a fascinating subject. I just took the test again (2 different ones). INFP again. I aspire to more J-ness . . I would feel more adult, possibly.
  18. Is anyone familiar with this site? https://introvertdear.com/ It's an online refuge/article library which celebrates the Introverts on the MBTI I've been an I all my life, decidedly INFP when I was younger. In recent years, I've been coming out INFJ on occasion. I chalk it up to a 20 year career in public services . . and just maturity . . seeing some of the worst of man's inhumanity to man has contributed to making me more Judgmental, maybe. INFP/INFJ are very close in many respects, often overlapping in traits. An article I read here illuminated the difference perfectly: Js tend exhibit more external organizational structure/rigidity when it comes to routines and systems, imposing external order on what they feel is their internal mess. Ps tend to cheerfully acknowledge that they can be slobs but will always choose chasing butterflies or the like over filing and housework. The article states: "If you look more together than you feel, you are probably an IJ. If you feel more together than you look, you are probably an IP. ******* Well. If adherence to neatness and routine alone are considered, I'm still firmly an IP. My attitude is, nobody on her deathbed is going to say "D@mn I wish I'd done more housework!" Missing out on some beautiful days outside or the opportunities to do fun/social things with friends and loved ones will be much more regrettable. My clutter does cause me stress. I enthusiastically embrace the minimalist lifestyle--in my mind--but the physical reality of having to get rid of my stuff is overwhelming. I usually have to lie down after I've contemplated it for too long.
  19. LIke, 'Super' fan. But where does the T come from?
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    What other TV shows do you watch?

    Ringing in on Patrick Melrose, which I finally got to see during my Hiatus from this board. I wasn't really sure this would be my cup of tea, but Bendi was in it and had gotten raves and a BAFTA, so I had to tune in. Didn't know anything else about the rest of the cast going in. Whiz-bang, Episode 1 sucked me in off the bat. How to describe it? The term "Black comedy" was invented for this. Patrick's experiences are horrifying but you laugh because despite everything he just keeps buggering on in a more or less good humor. When one gets to the point where one is that uninvested in anything but the next high, the capacity for embarrassment just evaporates but he can see the ludicrousness of every situation he gets himself in. I liked it. If you are an '80s kid like me, you will remember the novels of Brett Easton Ellis . . .You may also remember, if you are British or watched indie cinema, a little movie called "Withnail & I", starring Richard E Grant (in the role that made him an overnight sensation, in the mode of our Bendi .. funnily enough his 'Withnail' is a Sherlock prototype, if Sherl had been a struggling actor instead of a consulting detective. Withnail is from a very posh background but chooses to live like a hobo in pursuit of the next high, and Patrick is very like him). Patrick Melrose is a combination of Withnail and the character RDJ played in Less Than Zero. Then came Episode 2. The comedy fled and the blackness remained. Despite the horrific things that happened to Patrick as a child, set against the lush backdrop of Provence in summer . . . I thought this episode was very well done, also. 'Enjoyed' is not the right word but it was very good filmmaking. Uncomfortable, but I am still glad I watched it. The young actor playing Patrick is pretty remarkable. Then the final 3 episodes were significantly less involving. The first two are the high water mark. Patrick spends far less time in rehab than I would have thought, based on the promo for the series consisting entirely of the rehab scenes. Right about this time, I also watched 'Rocketman' and the rehab scenes were roughly the same length . .which is to say, extremely brief. I ordered the 5 Patrick novels of Edward St. Aubyn (each hour long episode is based on one novel) so I feel that the series had to leave out tons of incident which may make the characters more palatable to me, or at least a bit more understandable. The physical humor aspects of this role point to Ben having highly developed comedy timing. This wasn't a complete surprise, since Sherlock had many such moments but Patrick is really the full range of emotions as well. I would love to see Ben do more comedies . . that is a largely untapped side. The Marvel Universe doesn't really count here. I know Dr. Strange has his fans . . now Ben's up for "Hades' in Hercules. These roles pay very well, but I do wonder if Ben isn't squandering his talent. This is the second time he's played a "Patrick" with some comedic results. How I wish he'd give us more Sherlock . . .I think I've had about enough of the cartoon characters, but perhaps Bendi is choosing work with his sons in mind these days. He will want to keep them away from Patrick Melrose for a good while.
  21. Yes . . .along with the "Operation Oopsie!', "Back to Baker Street?" and "Mycroft Begs Sherlock to Take Over For Him at the Lez Miz Interval" "the horror . .!"
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    Recently watched movies

    The only theatrical movie experience of my summer was "Rocketman" starring Taron Egerton as Elton John. Two thumbs up from me. Too bad Elton somewhat dissipated the warm feelings the movie engendered by his recent bone-headed comments in support of the insupportable Harry & Meghan. Taron deserves an Oscar and does all of his own singing. For another biopic (older, on DVD) I can recommend, it's 'Borg & McEnroe', which I trot out during Wimbledon season. It is a dramatized recounting of the epic 1980 Wimbledon Gentlemen's Final between reigning champion Bjorn Borg, chasing his 6th championship title, and the brash up-comer, American diva John McEnroe, and the roads that brought each man to their legendary confrontation. Bjorn was 24 and already a burnt-out veteran of tennis, with the weight of expectation for his nation of Sweden and others on his shoulders to win. McEnroe was only 21 and already had not endeared himself to referees the world over for his tantrums on the court. Sverrir Gunarson and Shia LeBoeuf eerily channel their counterparts. Shia, with the more volatile part, is especially impressive. Leo Borg, the 14-year-old son of Bjorn portrays his father as a young teen. Chip off the old block, he.
  23. Big Mycroft fan here, too. It comes from being the eldest sibling (of four) and, it goes without saying, the intellectually superior one of the bunch. Like Big Myc, from an early age, I also was obsessive about the written word and compiling dossiers on the various people/happenings in my life. My favorite childhood book was 'Harriet the Spy', if that tells you anything, and since that time I have always gravitated toward tales of mystery and espionage. I was quite a bit older when I met Brother Mycroft, but the fact that he only appears two piddly times in the Canon is a crying shame. Moriarty also appears only twice. Sir Arthur had a propensity for squandering his most interesting supporting characters, I daresay. One of the best things Mofftiss did was to expand the role of Sherlock's Smarter Elder Brother, and the scenes between Mark and Benedict are usually the highlights of the episodes for me. Season Four finds every single one of our primary characters behaving abnormally for them, so I don't single out Mycroft here. Big Myc speaking Serbian was super bad-*$$. I'm also fond of the 'Tea Party at the Palace' scene in ASiB where Myc mocks his little brother's unfamiliarity with sex and steps on the Sheet, doing the viewing womankind the world over a huge favor. And who can forget 'Deductions' in TEH? My favorite short story of the Canon is "The Bruce-Partington Plans", the second of Mycroft's appearances. The first one, 'The Greek Interpreter' has the memorable line from Mycroft to Dr. Watson, "I hear of Sherlock everywhere since you became his biographer." My favorite Mycroft fan videos: Sad Happy My first sail on the Good Ship Mystrade, and still the best. Don't ask me why I ship it . . it makes little sense as I want Rupert Graves all to myself. But how can you not sing along with the irrepressible John Barrowman?
  24. Artemis, Did you get to see this? Looks like it would have been interesting!
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    John Watson

    View Halloa everybody . . I'm still in this mortal coil; just been busy this summer. I am a children's librarian--summer is to us what Christmas shopping season is the the mall retailies. Been there, done that, too. Summer drags on a bit longer but at least I'm not on my feet *all* day. Catching up on some old notifications and was directed here. Just wanted to second J.P.s comment that Watson as an 'outsourced conscience' is a wonderful phrase & all the more so because VBS is writing in her second language, I believe? (or third or fourth--we have some impressive polyglotals in this community.) Now I'm getting a vision of Martin Freeman as 'Jiminy Cricket', balanced on the shoulder of a sulky Benedicchio in a grown-up version of my favorite Disney story. Or perhaps 'Jiminy' is a hedghog perched on the shoulder of 'Pinocchiotter'. I wish I could draw it . . any of you that can, feel free to run with that idea and post it on Tumblr; just be sure to show me!
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