Most terrifying prize ever...
How would you feel if you got to spend a day with your favorite actor? Not in some fangirl-fantasy-love-story, but in real life, trying not to make an ass of yourself in front of someone you admire...
Terrifying, right? It's exactly what Haagen Dazs is offering a few lucky fans in the UK. I don't know whether to be jealous, or grateful that I'm nowhere near.
A little backstory is in order. If you don't want to hear my rambling, please click here to see what I'm going to be babbling about. For everyone else looking to kill some time, please continue.
So, I have to admit to being a recent convert to BBC's "Sherlock" fandom. I didn't want to like the series, but within the first 10 minutes of "A Study in Pink," I was hooked.
Now, a large part of my appreciation for this particular show is the fact that the title role is played by one Benedict Cumberbatch, who is not only fabulously talented, but also wonderfully handsome. He has inspired a bit of a "spree" - I have watched a number of movies recently that I had never had any desire to see ("The Other Boleyn Girl," "Amazing Grace"), as well as a few that I had never heard of before (I'm in the middle of the miniseries "To the Ends of the Earth," and am currently on a quest to find a local library that owns all three books), simply because he is in them.
(On a brief side note, this is a great way to expand your movie horizons. Pick an actor, watch all of the movies that they're in. You'll knock a few more films off of your personal "I would really like to see this" list, and if the actor you pick is a good one, you'll probably even be able to check off a few shows that are on those "These are the movies everyone should see" lists that all the critics and movie buffs of the world are constantly creating.)
Anyhow, my fangirl-tendencies eventually led me to Benedict Cumberbatch Fan, a lovely fansite with a huge photo gallery and several lovely article links. One of the links just happened to lead to the Haagen Dazs A-List promotion (You'll have to imagine the umlauts, as LJ isn't internationally friendly), where you can enter to win a date with one of three amazing actors. Guess who #3 is? And if you've skipped through to this point, go back two paragraphs. Sheesh.
Different date with each actor, all of which are horrifyingly intimidating. These are not the kind of dates that you'd get with Billy from the gas station. VIP clubs, West End Shows (yes, the capitalization is intentional), and Champagne river cruises. Good lord, how could anyone survive the stress.
Now, Haagen Dazs has tried to lessen the intimidation by allowing you to bring 3 friends along. That is all well and good, but the fact is that we fangirls wouldn't really be able to help one another. As my dearest cousin and I have discovered (Tag, my dear profoundlylost), a decrease in eloquence and demonstrable intelligence is indirectly proportionate to the decrease in distance between fans. No, it has not been measured in a laboratory setting, but it certainly has been observed in field tests.
So, well done, Haagen Dazs, for setting up a prize that is certain to frighten the winners to death. I just hope that the winners for Mr. Cumberbatch are some of those lovely ballsy types who are calling themselves the Cumberbitches (they exist, check them out on Twitter!), and can keep him entertained during their "date."
Good luck, to the winners, whoever you are. The wellwishes of fellow fangirls around the world are with you!
-Song
P.S. To anyone who actually forced themselves to read this, I'm really sorry. I like to rant like an idiot in the wee hours of the morning. If you were expecting something of substance, please check back soon, as I really will have a rec for Sherlock up soon, and hopefully my own little Sherlock story (which won't really be mine at all, but that's a story for another time...). 'Night!
Terrifying, right? It's exactly what Haagen Dazs is offering a few lucky fans in the UK. I don't know whether to be jealous, or grateful that I'm nowhere near.
A little backstory is in order. If you don't want to hear my rambling, please click here to see what I'm going to be babbling about. For everyone else looking to kill some time, please continue.
So, I have to admit to being a recent convert to BBC's "Sherlock" fandom. I didn't want to like the series, but within the first 10 minutes of "A Study in Pink," I was hooked.
Now, a large part of my appreciation for this particular show is the fact that the title role is played by one Benedict Cumberbatch, who is not only fabulously talented, but also wonderfully handsome. He has inspired a bit of a "spree" - I have watched a number of movies recently that I had never had any desire to see ("The Other Boleyn Girl," "Amazing Grace"), as well as a few that I had never heard of before (I'm in the middle of the miniseries "To the Ends of the Earth," and am currently on a quest to find a local library that owns all three books), simply because he is in them.
(On a brief side note, this is a great way to expand your movie horizons. Pick an actor, watch all of the movies that they're in. You'll knock a few more films off of your personal "I would really like to see this" list, and if the actor you pick is a good one, you'll probably even be able to check off a few shows that are on those "These are the movies everyone should see" lists that all the critics and movie buffs of the world are constantly creating.)
Anyhow, my fangirl-tendencies eventually led me to Benedict Cumberbatch Fan, a lovely fansite with a huge photo gallery and several lovely article links. One of the links just happened to lead to the Haagen Dazs A-List promotion (You'll have to imagine the umlauts, as LJ isn't internationally friendly), where you can enter to win a date with one of three amazing actors. Guess who #3 is? And if you've skipped through to this point, go back two paragraphs. Sheesh.
Different date with each actor, all of which are horrifyingly intimidating. These are not the kind of dates that you'd get with Billy from the gas station. VIP clubs, West End Shows (yes, the capitalization is intentional), and Champagne river cruises. Good lord, how could anyone survive the stress.
Now, Haagen Dazs has tried to lessen the intimidation by allowing you to bring 3 friends along. That is all well and good, but the fact is that we fangirls wouldn't really be able to help one another. As my dearest cousin and I have discovered (Tag, my dear profoundlylost), a decrease in eloquence and demonstrable intelligence is indirectly proportionate to the decrease in distance between fans. No, it has not been measured in a laboratory setting, but it certainly has been observed in field tests.
So, well done, Haagen Dazs, for setting up a prize that is certain to frighten the winners to death. I just hope that the winners for Mr. Cumberbatch are some of those lovely ballsy types who are calling themselves the Cumberbitches (they exist, check them out on Twitter!), and can keep him entertained during their "date."
Good luck, to the winners, whoever you are. The wellwishes of fellow fangirls around the world are with you!
-Song
P.S. To anyone who actually forced themselves to read this, I'm really sorry. I like to rant like an idiot in the wee hours of the morning. If you were expecting something of substance, please check back soon, as I really will have a rec for Sherlock up soon, and hopefully my own little Sherlock story (which won't really be mine at all, but that's a story for another time...). 'Night!