we can't giggle it's a folk band
Soooo Dad is in a mode that means the tiles we've had sitting around for the kitchen for the last ohhh month or so SUDDENLY HAVE TO BE INSTALLED NOW. The living room is in chaos. The kitchen is a post apocalyptic wasteland. Dad is cursing at the trim, Mom is pointing out that sane people would take things out of kitchen racks before moving them, and my brother is playing guitar. We...are...an American family, to quote Tom Hanks in You've Got Mail.
Can we just. Talk about one thing from Hound of the Baskervilles Sherlock BBC that really bugged me, and it's not the thing you think it is, I haven't even seen anyone talk about this yet on tumblr.
Why. Was. Sherlock. Driving. The. Car.
It seems...weeeeird. I, for one, would not let Sherlock drive me...anywhere! The world's most distractable detective, and you want me to trust him behind the wheel of a humvee? NOOOOO. Also John being John, I would think that he would want to be in control of the massive metal object hurling him through space at 70mph, just in case Sherlock spies a dragonfly and starts cataloging it in his ~mind palace~ and drives them off a cliff.
It just seemed...out of character. Does Martin Freeman not know how, or something? Colin Morgan doesn't have a license and it's totally understandable, the way public transportation is in Britain, I wouldn't either. But is that why? Am I being too nitpicky? All of the above? INQUIRING MINDS.
Also, it's that time of year again, the time of year when mom makes us put together a family band to perform at the folk festival, because she can. yeeeeeah. I'm going to do Man of the Hour by Norah Jones, aaaand pffft, i don't know. I had cider with dinner to take my mind off how much like a sitcom my life can be sometimes.
Can we just. Talk about one thing from Hound of the Baskervilles Sherlock BBC that really bugged me, and it's not the thing you think it is, I haven't even seen anyone talk about this yet on tumblr.
Why. Was. Sherlock. Driving. The. Car.
It seems...weeeeird. I, for one, would not let Sherlock drive me...anywhere! The world's most distractable detective, and you want me to trust him behind the wheel of a humvee? NOOOOO. Also John being John, I would think that he would want to be in control of the massive metal object hurling him through space at 70mph, just in case Sherlock spies a dragonfly and starts cataloging it in his ~mind palace~ and drives them off a cliff.
It just seemed...out of character. Does Martin Freeman not know how, or something? Colin Morgan doesn't have a license and it's totally understandable, the way public transportation is in Britain, I wouldn't either. But is that why? Am I being too nitpicky? All of the above? INQUIRING MINDS.
Also, it's that time of year again, the time of year when mom makes us put together a family band to perform at the folk festival, because she can. yeeeeeah. I'm going to do Man of the Hour by Norah Jones, aaaand pffft, i don't know. I had cider with dinner to take my mind off how much like a sitcom my life can be sometimes.