Addendum to the Random Bits
So I tricked Bill into watching Sherlock A Study in Pink this evening. Andrew went down with a minimum of fuss, so it was early, and Bill was trying to study Pashto, with claims that he intended to go shower or something, and thus didn't care what I put in. So I put in A Study in Pink.
And Bill stayed on the sofa for the entire show. Moved just long enough to get a snack and that was it.
Had I live-blogged the viewing, it would have gone something like this:
Ten minutes in:
Bill: It was the cabbie.
Me: And why do you think that?
Bill: The woman told the first guy to take a cab. It was the cabbie.
A little later:
Bill: It's Moriarty with the umbrella, isn't it?
Me: Mmmmmmmmm.
While they're at Angelo's:
Bill: Look! A cab!
Me: It's London, there's a lot of cabs.
Bill: But Moriarty's in the cab. He's behind all of it!
Me: If you think so, dear.
During the drug bust:
Bill: OMG IT'S THE CABBIE THE CABBIE IS OUTSIDE WAITING WHY HASN'T SHERLOCK FIGURED THAT OUT YET.
Me: *whistles*
Which pill is which:
Bill: Iocane powder?
Me: You and the rest of the internet.
John Watson is a BAMFy who knows his guns:
Bill: Okay, clearly this show was written by people who have NO IDEA how guns actually operate. There is no way you could use a pistol to make that kind of a shot.
Me: Unless you're John Watson.
Bill: NO. WAY.
Blanket for his shock:
Bill: So was it Moriarty?
Me: Hmm?
Bill: The umbrella. Was it Moriarty?
Me: You'll find out.
Bill: I can just look this up online.
Me: Oh, chill, you'll find out in two minutes anyway.
Two minutes later:
Bill: MYCROFT.
Me: Oh, good, something fooled you.
Bill: This is why my mother doesn't watch television with me. I always know who did it fifteen minutes in.
Afterward:
Me: I knew you'd like it.
Bill: I never said I wouldn't like it. I said I didn't want to have another fandom. So THANKS.
Me: You're welcome.
Bill: I was being sarcastic.
Me: You know what I should have said, when you asked me if Mycroft was Moriarty? I should have told you that I know what happens when you don't press the button.***
Bill: You should have told me "yes". Then I would have been really stunned.
So.....anyone want to lay odds that he's going to figure out the rest of the episodes, too? Keep in mind, he already knows the ending to TRF, because he lives with me, and I tend to talk about fanfiction when I'm stuck on a plot point.
*** Bill finished off Season 1 of Lost before I did. He then spent the next two weeks taunting me by occasionally dancing around and singing, "I know what happens when you don't press the button!" My husband is an annoying prat, in case you hadn't realized, but he's tall and thus useful for reaching into high cabinets.
And Bill stayed on the sofa for the entire show. Moved just long enough to get a snack and that was it.
Had I live-blogged the viewing, it would have gone something like this:
Ten minutes in:
Bill: It was the cabbie.
Me: And why do you think that?
Bill: The woman told the first guy to take a cab. It was the cabbie.
A little later:
Bill: It's Moriarty with the umbrella, isn't it?
Me: Mmmmmmmmm.
While they're at Angelo's:
Bill: Look! A cab!
Me: It's London, there's a lot of cabs.
Bill: But Moriarty's in the cab. He's behind all of it!
Me: If you think so, dear.
During the drug bust:
Bill: OMG IT'S THE CABBIE THE CABBIE IS OUTSIDE WAITING WHY HASN'T SHERLOCK FIGURED THAT OUT YET.
Me: *whistles*
Which pill is which:
Bill: Iocane powder?
Me: You and the rest of the internet.
John Watson is a BAMFy who knows his guns:
Bill: Okay, clearly this show was written by people who have NO IDEA how guns actually operate. There is no way you could use a pistol to make that kind of a shot.
Me: Unless you're John Watson.
Bill: NO. WAY.
Blanket for his shock:
Bill: So was it Moriarty?
Me: Hmm?
Bill: The umbrella. Was it Moriarty?
Me: You'll find out.
Bill: I can just look this up online.
Me: Oh, chill, you'll find out in two minutes anyway.
Two minutes later:
Bill: MYCROFT.
Me: Oh, good, something fooled you.
Bill: This is why my mother doesn't watch television with me. I always know who did it fifteen minutes in.
Afterward:
Me: I knew you'd like it.
Bill: I never said I wouldn't like it. I said I didn't want to have another fandom. So THANKS.
Me: You're welcome.
Bill: I was being sarcastic.
Me: You know what I should have said, when you asked me if Mycroft was Moriarty? I should have told you that I know what happens when you don't press the button.***
Bill: You should have told me "yes". Then I would have been really stunned.
So.....anyone want to lay odds that he's going to figure out the rest of the episodes, too? Keep in mind, he already knows the ending to TRF, because he lives with me, and I tend to talk about fanfiction when I'm stuck on a plot point.
*** Bill finished off Season 1 of Lost before I did. He then spent the next two weeks taunting me by occasionally dancing around and singing, "I know what happens when you don't press the button!" My husband is an annoying prat, in case you hadn't realized, but he's tall and thus useful for reaching into high cabinets.