bah

This week's Sherlock: it still felt unquestionably like a Sherlock Holmes story to me, but ... oh my god, it was like all of Conan Doyle's bad bits (the leftover imperialism! *writhes*) and almost none of the good bits. I do like it when Euros Lyn directs things, because it feels comfortingly Whovian to me and also he somehow managed to make Cumberbatch look wildly attractive at all times, but after that I start groping for nice things to say. I guess the moral of the story is that I only want this Holmes if Moffat is personally writing him? I am not overthrilled about next week's, either, because I love watching Gatiss do absurd things onscreen, but at best I just find his writing passable.

I guess I'll just ... read the fic or something.

THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE, GUYS

My roommate's boyfriend will be moving in when I move out. He is in the process of bringing all his stuff over in boxes and, consequently, is also getting rid of stuff he no longer wants.

He just gave me a two-disc DVD of Highlander: Endgame.

BRB LAUGHING FOREVER OH MY GODDDD.