deep thinky thoughts about sherlock. it's like you don't even know me
Got up early to drive all the way into town (45 min) through town (30min) and out the other side of town (10 more) to house sit for a week. *SIIIIGH* BORED. The dogs are still terrified of me, even though i've fed them little cocktail weiners (per owner's suggestion) and watched the original pilot ep of Sherlock with one of them curled up on the couch. Every time i move, however, they seem to realize i am here for the first time! Excitement abounds.
More on pilot ep of Sherlock: OOOOONNNN the one hand, yes, i would have liked a year long Sherlock tv show, and not three super long epis and then nothing for twelve months. On the other hand? Yes, i'm really glad they refilmed it and gave Benedict a chance to get his super slightly creepy genius on. He's so delightfully dorky in the pilot, though! Like a puppy who never made friends! LIKE A PUPPY WHO IS INCREDIBLY HOT, OH MY GOD. BENEDICT BENEDICT WHY SO FINE BENEDICT.
Was it just me, or was Sherlock's ass much more on display in the pilot? Unnnnffgh. I'm not even sure what it was, if his jeans were tighter or he was wearing his coat less or if it's because i've never seen this on a big screen before, but OH MAN, WOULD I EVER TAP THAT. *...coff*
Also, i now demand fic where John has to take care of Sherlock after some baddy drugs him and leaves him "weaker than a kitten." Yes PLEASE. God, it was like flaily fumbly groggy open-mouthed blinky-eyed PORN.
Also, i think the dinner date was actually MORE GAY, WHICH. HOW DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN?
Oh. This show. ♥