Hey, look-an acutal journal update!
...Because I didn't forget this wasn't fanfiction.net II. Even if this post is about a fiction story.
First of all, if you know nothing else about me, you need to know two things: One, I haven't had TV since TV went all digital and I haven't had satellite since before that. Two, above all else (except books) I am a radio girl. I would (and have) chosen to listen to a new (or old) audio drama over the latest movie out or TV show rental.
Basically, I did a dumb thing recently.
The first thing I did was promise myself I wouldn't spend any more graduation money until I got my next paycheck(new job! Third paycheck coming in a week!) . I haven't actually spent that much paycheck money-it's mostly all in a checking account, with some cash lying around for lunch at college (Mmm, college food). This act itself wasn't dumb. It was actually pretty smart.
Last year, around this same time, the BBC released the TV series SHERLOCK. This happened about the same time my nook!book club was going over the Hound of the Baskervilles-how convenient, right? We spent a week or two talking about different movie/book/TV/radio adaptations of Holmes and Watson, comparing and contrasting and suchlike. The regular high schoolers brought up the Guy Ritchie film (which, I admit, I loved) and the 2002 Hound (which I haven't seen yet.). I brought up the radio shows with Basil Rathbone and the new stuff that Radio Theatre Group (among others) does, and talked about the basics of audio dramatization, which no one else had heard of. Then my genius English teacher told us about Sherlock.
I wanted to see it. I was very interested about where they were going with that. I had, however, absolutely no way to see it. I looked it up online (I can watch TV online if I stay up until two in the morning, but that's the only way), but found the owners had taken down the videos and I had stayed up for nothing but frustrations. So I waited. And waited. And waited. And kept seeing fanfiction from it (and read most of it, too, 'cause I'm a bad girl) and wanted to see it more. People keep telling I was going to love it. Up until this point, I only knew what my teacher had told me about it, and what I'd read.
Here's the dumb thing.
A few days ago, I was at college (Mmm, lots of free time and wi-fi) and looked up a trailer on youtube. And about died.
That. VOICE.
I don't know ANYTHING about Sherlock but after hearing that trailer five times in a row, I MUST have it. I must have it ALL. Probably to watch once and then play for the voice while doing something else entirely. I'd like to bottle that voice and stick it in a music box. I'd like to kidnap the actor and make him sing to me. I would do unspeakable things to get that voice on a radio show. I can't get on youtube to listen at home because I have garbageshoot internet.
You know what this means? I think BBC Sherlock is in my future, possibly sooner than my next paycheck.
Sigh. More broken promises...
First of all, if you know nothing else about me, you need to know two things: One, I haven't had TV since TV went all digital and I haven't had satellite since before that. Two, above all else (except books) I am a radio girl. I would (and have) chosen to listen to a new (or old) audio drama over the latest movie out or TV show rental.
Basically, I did a dumb thing recently.
The first thing I did was promise myself I wouldn't spend any more graduation money until I got my next paycheck(new job! Third paycheck coming in a week!) . I haven't actually spent that much paycheck money-it's mostly all in a checking account, with some cash lying around for lunch at college (Mmm, college food). This act itself wasn't dumb. It was actually pretty smart.
Last year, around this same time, the BBC released the TV series SHERLOCK. This happened about the same time my nook!book club was going over the Hound of the Baskervilles-how convenient, right? We spent a week or two talking about different movie/book/TV/radio adaptations of Holmes and Watson, comparing and contrasting and suchlike. The regular high schoolers brought up the Guy Ritchie film (which, I admit, I loved) and the 2002 Hound (which I haven't seen yet.). I brought up the radio shows with Basil Rathbone and the new stuff that Radio Theatre Group (among others) does, and talked about the basics of audio dramatization, which no one else had heard of. Then my genius English teacher told us about Sherlock.
I wanted to see it. I was very interested about where they were going with that. I had, however, absolutely no way to see it. I looked it up online (I can watch TV online if I stay up until two in the morning, but that's the only way), but found the owners had taken down the videos and I had stayed up for nothing but frustrations. So I waited. And waited. And waited. And kept seeing fanfiction from it (and read most of it, too, 'cause I'm a bad girl) and wanted to see it more. People keep telling I was going to love it. Up until this point, I only knew what my teacher had told me about it, and what I'd read.
Here's the dumb thing.
A few days ago, I was at college (Mmm, lots of free time and wi-fi) and looked up a trailer on youtube. And about died.
That. VOICE.
I don't know ANYTHING about Sherlock but after hearing that trailer five times in a row, I MUST have it. I must have it ALL. Probably to watch once and then play for the voice while doing something else entirely. I'd like to bottle that voice and stick it in a music box. I'd like to kidnap the actor and make him sing to me. I would do unspeakable things to get that voice on a radio show. I can't get on youtube to listen at home because I have garbageshoot internet.
You know what this means? I think BBC Sherlock is in my future, possibly sooner than my next paycheck.
Sigh. More broken promises...