Waiting for Sherlock Series 3

I effing hate Moffat.

We’ve waited for so long. Waited for Sherlock to show that he’s not dead and to kick some more ass with his beloved Watson. GODAMNIT!

Waiting for series 3 is like waiting for the ‘apocalypse’. Do you know when it will finally arrive? No. Do you know if your life is ever going to be the same again after it? No. I’m sure Tumblr has done a much better job of articulating this, and I know I’m not the only one in the fandom. But filming has finished. Can we finally get Benedict Cumberbatch back in a long coat and blue scarf? Oh, and of course, John’s moustache. I think everyone wants an explanation, as to why his way of dealing with the grief of losing his best friend is growing facial hair, that borders on flattering and disturbing.

Sometimes, I love the people who manage to turn something intended for the last century, Victorian era, and make it an obsession for the youths of the 21st century. But do you know what?! It’s damn hard waiting for something that doesn’t have an end. It’s like running around a Mobius strip. We wait months and what do we get? A trailer. A seconds long trailer that gives us nothing more than a glimpse of only the beginning of many viewings.

Of course, let’s not forget my Benaddiction!

If this was a thing like Jedi is a religion in the Census. I’d select it. No questions asked.

If every day we spent waiting for the next season to arrive was equated to tears we’ve shed for the fandom, we’d have enough liquid to drown Moffat. Painfully.

And you know what?

Give us Sherlock and no one (else) will get hurt.

~ Persephone

” Nobody in football…

” Nobody in football should be called a genius. A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein.”
– Joe Theismann

Oh, I was so pissed off today. Majorly annoyed at the commotion outside my house. Football, it has occurred to me, is not a quite event at all.

Normally, I would expect the fans to keep it to the field, and make sure by the time they’re out of the match, they’ve vented all their frustration from watching some guys kick a ball a grassy field. However, today (Heaven forbid there be anther Bristol Rovers event) the pub opposite my house was overwhelmed by the amount of rowdy fans who were chanting and singing. FML.

Not only was my IQ significantly lowered – and no, Anderson was not nearby. But I was oddly reminded of my own childhood. I spent my time, as a 5 (approx.) year old, in school, playing, singing and clapping to many of the tunes the crowd of grown men were attempting to rally their spirits with today. Except, I was 5, and in an all girls’ school. Well done. You’ve done ‘your’ sport proud.

Not to mention the amount of police involved. Thank you for surrounding the pub and making sure they know you’re there. But please either kick their asses or Taser them all for crying out loud. People might just get the idea that you’re incompetent if you don’t act while a riot is essentially taking place at an establishment where men are likely to get intoxicated.

Ironically. This was all before the match. I pray for those who have to endure the aftermath. And myself. Let’s not forget to pity me. -_-

This quote… at first glance, is reasonably acceptable. Until you realise, there is no such genius as ‘Norman Einstein’. Nor is the person I’m quoting a ‘genius’ either. No, I think his statement is quite valid. After all, he is a former American quarterback and a professional sports caster. Let’s not forget that their football is not our football. Britain takes precedence because it was INVENTED BY US!  No wonder your all football fans are slightly gifted in the ‘hooligans and gasheads’ department. Fact: The former descriptive and colourful words were used by two of my friends today describing them.

I respect your sport because it has a long history. However, this whole thing cements the idea that only those who are either not talented enough to find other interests or were lacking in the physiological area likes football.

~ Persephone 

P.S. I hope you’re all happy.