Sherlock Holmes in the 21st century.

Due to my fascination with all things Sherlock Holmes (I blame my father for this), it's no small wonder that I finally stumbled upon the award-winning BBC production, Sherlock. I am currently in love with it and I have developed a huge infatuation on the leading actor, Benedict Cumberbatch (a crush rivaled by the love my youngest sister feels for Henry Cavill- you won't get this unless you know her because man, she's obsessed!).

The plot of each episode is detailed and well thought out with very little cause for complaint. Benedict's Sherlock is snarky and ethereal in his brilliance. Martin's Watson is sensible and grounded, everything you'd expect John Watson to be. The banter is witty and sarcastic, perfect for those weary of modern television series that revolve around slapstick jokes.

Not only that, but the characters stay within the personality that the great Sir Arthur Conan Doyle created for them. Sherlock Holmes shoots at his wall when he's bored (which is often when he isn't working on a case), Watson works as a doctor outside of cases and writes (blogs, in this case) about their adventures, Holmes has experiments lying all over the place, Watson is fastidious, Holmes lives in a pigsty. They've even kept in Holmes' use of cocaine (or at least implied it) to stimulate his mind.

And now, an entire paragraph dedicated to Benedict Cumberbatch's extreme sexiness. He has almond shaped eyes, a perfect cupid's bow, and a deep, sonorous voice. A cupid's bow. I have never even seen one. Or at least such an amazingly crafted one. His voice has been compared to that of a younger Alan Rickman.  He's lean and tall and extremely intelligent (or so I've deduced from his interviews). And he's single. Oh. My. Lord. Here's a sample:

4 June 2013: Nitpicking through my blog today and I've decided to update all of my old posts. Well. Be warned that Steven Moffat isn't exactly a feminist and that female characters are sparse. Besides that, he's a bit of a misogynist and it shows. I have a major issue with "A Scandal in Belgravia". Also, little representation from POC characters. Moriarty is brilliant, though.

Riddle me this.

Besides the usual fascination with epic sagas such as the Iliad and Lord of The Rings, I have an unhealthy obsession for these three:

1. The d'Artagnan series. This includes the Three Musketeers and all of its sequels. I have read every single one of them and I tend to re-read the books every time I get bored. Actually, to be more precise, I also have a long-standing love for all of Alexandre Dumas' work.
2. Sherlock Holmes. I visited the Sherlock Holmes museum in London and not only do I have a magnificent collection of memorabilia from that divine place, but I am also in possession of the complete works.
3. Indiana Jones. Harrison Ford galore. I have my dad to thank for this. One fine weekend, he purchased the entire Indiana Jones DVD set, some snacks and we watched the entire trilogy together with my sisters. Crystal Skull doesn't count because belated sequels are crap.

So now you know and you may die happy.

All I Want VS All I Need

This is what I would like in my significant other.

• Intelligent conversations late at night. This is important. 
• I can't respect you if you don't stand up to me now and then. Yes, I like getting my own way but I don't want to date a pushover either.
• Physically, they'll have to be tall and tanned with a rascally smirk and a mop of messy dark hair. If they have been blessed with poor eyesight and the need for spectacles, that will all be a contribution to the greater good (aren't gorgeous geeks just adorable?).
• The most chivalrous attitude since the dawn of the Arthurian legends.
• A mutual passion for reading and heatedly debating the merits of one series of books against another (books > films).
• A deep and abiding love for martial arts and action flicks (no rom-coms from this lady!).
• The gift for culinary orgasms. I cannot cook. One of us needs to ensure that we can survive through a zombie apocalypse without resorting to instant noodles (which I also cannot make- there is a story about this).
• Romance. Or what I think romance is. I am easily satisfied and throwing chocolate at me would probably suffice. 
• Affection. Lots of it. I will die without this.
• An encyclopedic knowledge of The A Team (the film is my all time favorite therefore if you cannot quote from it I may morph into a typical female and throw hissy fits for weeks).

But what's the point considering the old adage that you may keep the idea of a perfect person for you in your head, but when they come along they're the furthest thing away from all that you imagined?

It's the difference between what I want and what I need.

I miss you.

I was browsing through Tumblr a little earlier when I stumbled upon this:

If you can't be a good example of what to be, then be a good example of what not to be.

I was bumming around on Facebook, doing everything and nothing, when a chat bubble popped up on my screen.

"Hi sis, how are you?"

"Who is this chick?" I muttered as I skimmed through the message. Name sounded familiar but I couldn't quite place it.

Then it hit me.

She was a little girl from church. I used to teach her class when I had a six month stint as an assistant teacher for catechism classes. She would be turning 13 later this year and among all of my former students, she had kept the most contact with me. At random times in church, I'd feel a small hand slip into mine and I'd see her wide smile. Sometimes, I would see her waving at me across church or she'd race up to me to throw her arms around me.

It's a surprising wonderful feeling.