Last night, I finally found the time to give TFP a proper watch. From the fragments I saw when it originally aired, it made me angry over what this once great program had devolved into, but I think, having genuinely given it a chance, can say it was not half as torturous as was TST, and I am not angry with it anymore. Just sad. Grieving, really.

( Unreasonably long and swooning maiden levels of drama ahoy... )

Well. That was... a bit trippy, strange and not quite shaped back into form. But. What a decided relief from last week's spectacular fiasco.

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Holy shit.

That is all.

While the episode is still fresh in my mind, I wanted to expound upon that which I enjoyed and did not care for as to this Victorian interpretation ( Read more... )

Dear Lord, have mercy, I am hopelessSaid I was not, under any circumstances, going to watch it. Turned up my nose at the Proxy Server sale last month. Pat myself on the back in a self-congratulatory sort of way for that one, as with no BBC iPlayer, I reasoned, then thus scattereth my temptation ( Read more... )

Me: *has a nostalgia* "Hmmm... I wonder what Fandom is getting up to these days?"

Fandom: THIS.

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"I had to grow a moustache so people would recognise me."

OMGYAYZ!!!!!!! \o/ \o/ \o/

P.S. ~ O hai. I'm not dead. In case you were wondering.

I have no idea what this is all about, but it is glorious.


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Interesting... I am actually more torn on this one than the first. I was prepped to despise any hostility on John's part at Sherlock's return from the dead, but found that in the context of the episode, and having the blow, as it were, softened with humor, worked remarkably better than I thought it would ( Read more... )