a++ would smuggle into space again

YOU GUYS. THIS IS THE BEST IDEA I HAVE EVER HAD.

I COMMISSIONED phoq TO DRAW WATSON FOR ME. AND IT IS ~*EXACTLY THE WATSON I HAD BEEN IMAGINING FROM THE RADIO PLAYS.*~ LIKE. EXACTLY.

( NEW WATSON LIKES BEING AWESOME. WE'RE VERY HAPPY. )

Last night, in the long tradition of my ridiculous and fanfictional subconscious, I dreamt that I'd just downloaded an adaptation of a late Sherlock Holmes story that featured him and Dr. Watson meeting as teenage evacuees in the war. (Which war? I think I was vaguely drawing on Mary Lennox here, but really.) Among other things there was a lot of overemotional starry-eyed dedication of the sort that crops up in war stories and Sherlock Holmes fic, which even in my head I kind of fast-forwarded through, but then Watson and Holmes got into a tiny homoerotic fist fight, which made Watson very hurt because he was just trying to be friendly! and then Watson got knocked out by an explosion and Holmes woke him up with smelling salts or something just in time to have them be rescued and they were Best Friends. And Holmes was like "I'm glad you're not dead," and Watson was very nice and didn't say, "I'm glad you aren't a total rotter."

I also had a dream that featured a Mr. Potato Head doll that I'd picked up from my grandmother being linked to all kinds of horrible cancer deaths, but that is another, terrifying story.

I have things to say about the cereta post that's making the rounds but I'm not sure how to straddle the line of being honest and violating the privacy of people in my life who don't read this journal. And I'm not sure how much I want to tell about myself.

*finally leaves the house*