murphy's law, i presume.
Of a very strange, slanted sort. Somewhat happy, and somewhat ruining my life.
So I ran into this over on the Sherlock ficmeme.
And I. I can't write a Sherlock/To Say Nothing Of The Dog crossover. I just can't. It would be wonderful, and it would fit maddeningly well - the jet-lag and the history, Victorian London and stray, meaningful cats - it would mean tweaking the timeline around (forty years forward, what is that), and I could probably make it understandable enough to someone who hasn't read the book, considering. But. I just.
/BRAIN HAS IMPLODED.
In other news, Edward Hardwicke is dead. I can only hope that, if there's any kind of afterlife somewhere, he's currently having tea and buttered crumpets with Jeremy Brett and rekindling their friendship.
So I ran into this over on the Sherlock ficmeme.
And I. I can't write a Sherlock/To Say Nothing Of The Dog crossover. I just can't. It would be wonderful, and it would fit maddeningly well - the jet-lag and the history, Victorian London and stray, meaningful cats - it would mean tweaking the timeline around (forty years forward, what is that), and I could probably make it understandable enough to someone who hasn't read the book, considering. But. I just.
/BRAIN HAS IMPLODED.
In other news, Edward Hardwicke is dead. I can only hope that, if there's any kind of afterlife somewhere, he's currently having tea and buttered crumpets with Jeremy Brett and rekindling their friendship.