Bee In My Bonnet

It’s actually kind of fascinating how closely connected the memory is to the senses of smell and taste. For example, the smell of dried nail varnish reminds me of Marvel Comics and Iron Man in particular, because the time when I was the most obsessed by them coincided with when I started to paint my nails on a regular basis. The taste of Pepsi reminds me of Sherlock Holmes, since I started to buy it just before I went to the cinema, because I wanted something ~special~ to drink then. Cardamom reminds me of manga, because I was nuts about cardamom buns when I was twelve. And then there’s the soap in the bathroom downstairs, which drives me insane because it reminds me of something that I can’t put my finger on.

Why, yes, I am currently sleep-deprived. How are you all doing?

Ohmygod, I’m going to see Iron Man 2 this evening, Icanbarelycontainmyexcitement, I’ll even wear my cutest skirt!

You all remember that I love Clive Merrison and Michael Williams' takes on Holmes and Watson, right? Well, if you haven't realised why yet, allow me to show you.

For example, take their version of SCAN. As everyone knows, SCAN stars the famous ~Irene Adler~ and several Holmsians consider her the love of Holmes' life. One would expect that story would be crammed with het and gush, right? Ix nay, madame.
I mean, just look at the bloody start of the adaptation!

Watson: [voice-over] To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt anything akin to love for her. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his precise, analytical mind.

Holmes: [disgusted] Ugh, love. Love is an emotional thing, and whatever is emotional is opposed to true, cold reason.

Watson: [upset] Which you place above everything else!

Holmes: Of course! I should never marry myself—

Watson: [shouting] Hah! I would like to see the woman that would take you on!

Holmes: —lest I’d bias my judgement.

Watson: I trust that my judgement may survive the ordeal!

Holmes: Pshaw!

Oh, I cannot make this scene justice by mere words alone. Here, have a YouTubeesque sound-clip:

This is then followed by a terribly awkward visit, where it takes a good while for them to relax in each other's company. Which leads to the infamous quote, "I am lost without my Boswell."

Do you see why I love them so much now? ♥

Clearly I am bored, because I usually don't give astrology any thought at all.

( But perhaps if I applied it to Holmes and Watson? )

I'm considering changing my username into something less obvious than my real name. Is this a good idea, or a disastrous one?