Is it kind of sad that I sorta want to track down those books too now? It is kind of sad.
There was a point, earlier today, when I was sitting next to three separate volumes of The Complete Sherlock Holmes, reading fanfiction for the '09 movie, and downloading The Great Mouse Detective, when it occurred to me that my life had taken a turn somewhere.
But now that I've actually finished my Hetalia Sunshine fill and I legitimately have nothing at all to do until mid September, I feel fully justified in not giving a damn.
The short stories are, well, rather short, aren't they. You start to get into one and the plot has just started to move and BOOM now it is done and you have to backtrack to figure out what just happened. I was expecting "A Scandal In Bohemia" to be this impressive exciting thing showing why everyone's so agog over Irene Adler, and then it turned out she only had one brief appearance with one line of dialogue in the whole thing. Mysterious! Mind you, it wasn't a bad brief appearance with one line of dialogue, but I kind of expected her to, y'know, do something. Ah well. There are worse characters to fixate on, I suppose. I hadn't realized Watson moved out so early, either--he only lives in 221B for the first two stories before he's off to some unnamed other place with Mary, and all the rest of the stories have him basically just showing up there whenever he's bored. Or whenever Mary's out of town. Seriously, I kind of love it that as soon as Mary goes away for a few days he immediately moves back in so he won't get lonely. (Okay it does not give that as the specific reason but that's totally what it is.)
(Mary is probably the classic Resigned Wife, isn't she. She's all "yes dear, go have your fun, just leave me here with the knitting, no I don't mind at all". I kind of love her, too.)
The Great Mouse Detective is a movie I was pretty sure I'd only seen once as a kid, because I didn't remember a whole lot of it, but upon rewatching it there were suddenly a thousand little things that must have been engraved so deeply into my brain I'd forgotten they were there. Bits of music, the toy ballerina, the champagne fountain--I think I must have seen this movie a lot, now, and just didn't remember having done so. And it is a good movie! As mysteries go it does not really qualify, and the plot is actually not very interesting, but it's very much a kids' movie so I don't judge it for that. Although it is also a kids' movie with a striptease, a frankly horrifying beatdown of the main character, and someone getting eaten alive, so I am not sure it necessarily succeeds at being 100% For The Children. --although, well, the strongest memory I do have of it from when I was a kid is that I absolutely loved the scene where Basil is nearly beaten to death, but, uh. I was never really a good standard for what kids are like, so.
On that subject, there are some people who say that being exposed to the Disney animated Robin Hood when they were children almost turned them into furries, because fox!Robin was just so ridiculously hot. I don't think that one was on the endless-repeat-viewing schedule I had as a young'un, but now I kind of understand where they're coming from because er, I think I may have just barely managed to scrape past it myself, since looking at it now with a post-adolescent eye um Basil is kind of really attractive DON'T YOU JUDGE ME NONE OF YOU CAN JUDGE ME. I don't even know why! He just is! --which I probably did subconsciously think back when I was a kid, since my primary form of showing interest in a character was getting all excited whenever they were in mortal peril. The Lord of the Rings was porn for me when I was twelve, okay. The first fanfiction I ever wrote was a story in my head about Sonic the Hedgehog being mortally wounded. It is not surprising that I would latch onto a character who got the crap kicked out of them. Probably there is something to be said about how I only ever had this particular attachment for male characters, but my point is, when I was a kid I totally had the equivalent of getting off to a mouse being almost beaten to death. I MEAN. ...there's no way to make that sound good, is there.
But now that I've actually finished my Hetalia Sunshine fill and I legitimately have nothing at all to do until mid September, I feel fully justified in not giving a damn.
The short stories are, well, rather short, aren't they. You start to get into one and the plot has just started to move and BOOM now it is done and you have to backtrack to figure out what just happened. I was expecting "A Scandal In Bohemia" to be this impressive exciting thing showing why everyone's so agog over Irene Adler, and then it turned out she only had one brief appearance with one line of dialogue in the whole thing. Mysterious! Mind you, it wasn't a bad brief appearance with one line of dialogue, but I kind of expected her to, y'know, do something. Ah well. There are worse characters to fixate on, I suppose. I hadn't realized Watson moved out so early, either--he only lives in 221B for the first two stories before he's off to some unnamed other place with Mary, and all the rest of the stories have him basically just showing up there whenever he's bored. Or whenever Mary's out of town. Seriously, I kind of love it that as soon as Mary goes away for a few days he immediately moves back in so he won't get lonely. (Okay it does not give that as the specific reason but that's totally what it is.)
(Mary is probably the classic Resigned Wife, isn't she. She's all "yes dear, go have your fun, just leave me here with the knitting, no I don't mind at all". I kind of love her, too.)
The Great Mouse Detective is a movie I was pretty sure I'd only seen once as a kid, because I didn't remember a whole lot of it, but upon rewatching it there were suddenly a thousand little things that must have been engraved so deeply into my brain I'd forgotten they were there. Bits of music, the toy ballerina, the champagne fountain--I think I must have seen this movie a lot, now, and just didn't remember having done so. And it is a good movie! As mysteries go it does not really qualify, and the plot is actually not very interesting, but it's very much a kids' movie so I don't judge it for that. Although it is also a kids' movie with a striptease, a frankly horrifying beatdown of the main character, and someone getting eaten alive, so I am not sure it necessarily succeeds at being 100% For The Children. --although, well, the strongest memory I do have of it from when I was a kid is that I absolutely loved the scene where Basil is nearly beaten to death, but, uh. I was never really a good standard for what kids are like, so.
On that subject, there are some people who say that being exposed to the Disney animated Robin Hood when they were children almost turned them into furries, because fox!Robin was just so ridiculously hot. I don't think that one was on the endless-repeat-viewing schedule I had as a young'un, but now I kind of understand where they're coming from because er, I think I may have just barely managed to scrape past it myself, since looking at it now with a post-adolescent eye um Basil is kind of really attractive DON'T YOU JUDGE ME NONE OF YOU CAN JUDGE ME. I don't even know why! He just is! --which I probably did subconsciously think back when I was a kid, since my primary form of showing interest in a character was getting all excited whenever they were in mortal peril. The Lord of the Rings was porn for me when I was twelve, okay. The first fanfiction I ever wrote was a story in my head about Sonic the Hedgehog being mortally wounded. It is not surprising that I would latch onto a character who got the crap kicked out of them. Probably there is something to be said about how I only ever had this particular attachment for male characters, but my point is, when I was a kid I totally had the equivalent of getting off to a mouse being almost beaten to death. I MEAN. ...there's no way to make that sound good, is there.