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Shopping on the Interwebs

Tuesday, January 17th, 2012

There are some things that one buys online and expects to buy online; some are surprises.

This is a fabric comb

This is a fabric comb

The first thing is a sweater comb. I started looking for sweater combs about 6 weeks ago. You would think this would be an easy thing to find. By the yarn or in the laundry aisle or something. But no. Nothing at fabric stores, department stores. Hell, even CT let me down and they have everything!

And no, I do not want the “electric” version of the thing – why buy something that needs batteries when there’s a perfectly good tool that does not?

Great gift, btw. Pulls off pills from pants and sweaters and stuff. An excellent little invention.

And then it was sweatshirts. I like sweatshirts. The normal kind. No hoods. No zippers. No pockets. Just a gorram sweatshirt. But everyone else likes hoodies with zippers and pockets, so that’s what the stores stock.

Online shopping to the rescue on both counts. I shall have my comb and sweatshirts delivered to my door. Bless the Internet.

This is a picture I did not take

Sunday, January 8th, 2012

at the library. Of a homeless man rearranging the DVDs in a schema known only to him.

Sherlox

Thursday, January 5th, 2012

I’ve seen Ritchie’s Sherlock (Game of Shadows) and Moffat’s latest Sherlock (A Scandal in Belgravia) in the past couple of weeks. Of course, Ritchie’s Sherlock isn’t really Sherlock; it’s an action movie with cool slow-mo that happens to have the same character names as Sherlock.

Of the two, I much prefer Moffat’s. But I do like the chemistry between Downie and Law and the steampunk bits and bobs in Ritchie’s. Also, Stephen Fry as Mycroft is awesome and he and Downie are totally believable batshit brilliant brothers and Jarred Harris is a better Moriarity. The Irene Adlers are very different. McAdams is more vulnerable and more sweet, but then again she’s not a full-on dominatrix, so I guess I give the edge to Lara Pulver. Both have some awesome comic moments.

Moffat’s high tech contemporary Sherlock really works for me, and the music totally reminds of Firefly which can only mean good things. Though Michael Price is not Greg Edmonson, he’s known for a few other little things (think hobbits).

One wonders what the hell Conan Doyle would be thinking about all this re-imagining.