Don't Stop Believin'
Things I have done in the past few days:
-spread the "I believe in Sherlock Holmes" movement to the blackboard in the ladies' room of a local coffee shop:
For those unfamiliar with what's going on, there's a campaign in the style of "Frodo lives" begun on tumblr to spread the message that Sherlock was no fraud. People have been putting up posters, writing in the snow, creating buttons and shirts, and using other means to spread slogans like I believe in Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty was real. (My personal opinion is that illegal graffiti should be avoided because it makes the fandom look bad, though there's a limit to how much I get up in arms at people tagging abandoned places etc. Graffiti on actual in-use buildings without permission is Not Okay.)
-in the same spirit, I had been thinking of ordering some badge ribbons to distribute at Gallifrey One, and this finally gave me the impetus to make an order before it got too late. I should receive a stash of "I believe in Sherlock Holmes" ribbons in shock-blanket orange by the time the con rolls around. Gally may be a Doctor Who convention, but I think there is more than enough fandom overlap to make this appropriate.
-dyed my hair a dark reddish brown. This marks an improvement over the long roots in dull medium brown, faded chestnut middle, and tips sun-bleached almost blond that it had become in the many moons since I last dyed it.
-saw The Artist. I was attempting to see The Descendents, but that was sold out, so I decided to see something else at my friendly local independent cinema since I was already there. I thought The Artist was interesting, well made, and a lot of fun, though I don't understand why critical response has been quite so overwhelmingly fantastic. It was good but not THAT amazing. However, I'm not really a movie history buff, so I guess I'm not the optimal audience.
-amazed a sixth grader at work who started singing some of the few clean lines of "I'm On a Boat" by telling him that I knew that song and he needed to stop singing right there. The fact that I'd heard the song apparently blew his young mind.
-spread the "I believe in Sherlock Holmes" movement to the blackboard in the ladies' room of a local coffee shop:
For those unfamiliar with what's going on, there's a campaign in the style of "Frodo lives" begun on tumblr to spread the message that Sherlock was no fraud. People have been putting up posters, writing in the snow, creating buttons and shirts, and using other means to spread slogans like I believe in Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty was real. (My personal opinion is that illegal graffiti should be avoided because it makes the fandom look bad, though there's a limit to how much I get up in arms at people tagging abandoned places etc. Graffiti on actual in-use buildings without permission is Not Okay.)
-in the same spirit, I had been thinking of ordering some badge ribbons to distribute at Gallifrey One, and this finally gave me the impetus to make an order before it got too late. I should receive a stash of "I believe in Sherlock Holmes" ribbons in shock-blanket orange by the time the con rolls around. Gally may be a Doctor Who convention, but I think there is more than enough fandom overlap to make this appropriate.
-dyed my hair a dark reddish brown. This marks an improvement over the long roots in dull medium brown, faded chestnut middle, and tips sun-bleached almost blond that it had become in the many moons since I last dyed it.
-saw The Artist. I was attempting to see The Descendents, but that was sold out, so I decided to see something else at my friendly local independent cinema since I was already there. I thought The Artist was interesting, well made, and a lot of fun, though I don't understand why critical response has been quite so overwhelmingly fantastic. It was good but not THAT amazing. However, I'm not really a movie history buff, so I guess I'm not the optimal audience.
-amazed a sixth grader at work who started singing some of the few clean lines of "I'm On a Boat" by telling him that I knew that song and he needed to stop singing right there. The fact that I'd heard the song apparently blew his young mind.