I have been a fan of Sherlock since late 2010. I watched first season in my hotel room in Granada, Spain. I was immediately captivated by the show (and Benedict’s Sherlock, let’s be honest here) and was crushed that there was only three episodes in the season.
The sky that hides between trainracks and empty tea cups. The sky that I keep chasing in my dreams. The sky that is too beautiful and too elusive to capture.
Eventually as I was running out of time, I had to resolve to read it as monologue myself.
I ran to the door and yelled: “Freddie!! NOOO!!!” And then stopped short realizing that I was probably making too much noise.
But I needed to film it because the script was so good.
And then I woke up.
And what did you dream of last night?
I met this adorably puppy (okay, so she is three years old, not exactly a puppy but still) last weekend and even managed to snap some photos of her. Even though she was mostly ignoring me. Her name is Stella and she gets extra kudos for enduring our aimless wandering through the park with nothing but a short breath. She is the most chill and calm dog I have ever seen.
This night I had lengthy conversations with a certified psychopath, recently released from jail, who was trying to convince me that he was fully reformed and law-abiding now. His bald head and weasel like features filled me with revulsion that I was trying to suppress and be open minded, because miracles do happen and everyone deserves a second chance. However. Our conversations mostly took place in narrow corridors which made me both uncomfortable and also acutely aware of this man’s presence.
Some corridors were filled with clothes racks. (Most probably because I spent 3 days browsing Ikea website.) I saw man’s boots and a trench-coat peaking from a hollow in a wall. I thought it was a real person, but it turned out to be a mannequin. Everything was different shades of grey and dull. Not a fun place.
At the end of our conversation, the psychopath (I don’t know his name, but this is how I was referring to him in my mind) asked me if I trusted his words. It was hard not to laugh.
I answered, “As much as I trust any other man unknown to me”. Which is both true and untrue. I did not trust him, but I didn’t want to be offensive either (which is my common modus operandi and quite often puts me into awkward situations).
I did not trust the psychopath to walk behind me. Only ahead of me.
There was also a staged scene in which a couple wakes up to find a dead girl in their bed – right between them. I though that the wife didn’t perform the scream exactly how I would have done it. Although I admit that feeling a living person’s hand on your buttock is not the same as a dead body’s. But this is what is acting for, right?
(I swear, I am not crazy.)
This sounds like a nightmare but it was not, because I was in control. Plus, there was also a lovely image of a bare chested Santiago Cabrera (Aramis from BBC The Musketeers) who certainly did cheer me up a lot. (Thank you, dream gods!) He was glorious to watch with other people too.
There were five of us in the room. (Which quite disturbingly coincides with something that my grandmother told me this morning – although his number 5 is wrong on all accounts.) He was sitting on the floor, crosslegged, and leaning over to some other blond guy for a cigarette. There was someone else in the room, whom I didn’t know. The myself and the psychopath.
It could have turned into a murder mysteries – I have had those before – but I forced myself to wake up, because I didn’t want to spoil my image of a shirtless Cabrera by anything else.
Now let me return to my cold coffee and other matters of equal importance.
p.s. I updated my blog’s layout! It involved some CSS skills – I feel very proud of myself.
I should have titled this post something like “September Read-A-Thons or How to Make Myself Even More Stressed During Vacation”, because I will, hopefully, be away on vacation in September for about 3 weeks. Naturally, I do plan to take books with me (and I will post my TBR online) …
Managing this blog turned out a bit more difficult than I expected. I have no problems with posting photos here or videos but actually writing blog posts? Here is where I have a problem. So, here is my attempt at a comeback number umpteenth. Anyhow, I was browsing books online …
Let’s try this again. I want to use this blog more. I got so into making videos that I stopped posting book reviews here. I miss it.
But I didn’t want to use my laptop as it was so slow and posting from my iPhone didn’t always work.
But I’m back and hopefully will be posting more.
I’m quite aware it is February 😉 I wrote those down a month ago, but never got to share them.
- read 70 books*
- listen to 10 audiobooks
- see 10 theatre plays
- watch 50 movies
- start art journal again
- write more
- blog regularly (once a day)
- take more photos and share them
- consistently write book reviews
- write plays/events reviews
- take care of my health
- start going to the gym again
- travel to new places
- meet new people
- smile every day
*I set my goal at GoodReads for 70 books as well, but it is not the same. On GoodReads I keep track of both books and audiobooks, but in my journal I keep them separate. Which means that I will hit my GoodReads goal before my personal one.
I must say that my book reading challenge is going quite nicely AND I have already listened to 10 audiobooks, so that is quite encouraging 😀
I also started a new art journal. I hope to keep doing that throughout the year.
I still suck at writing and posting reviews right after the events/plays/reading books. But I am working on it!