Visited new friend Lacy over the weekend. Thus follows is a day by day highlight of our exhaustive Intensive Tourism™

( highlights and pics )

So I got my hands on the spec script for Elementary - the version written in 2000 for CBS, which was passed on. I honestly don't know if the new pilot has anything to do with this one. The only difference 2012 is set in New York City and 2000 is set in San Francisco. And who knows if they are using ANYTHING from it for the new one. I hope they don't.

Both are obviously American and therein lies the problem, above all. Well, the other problem is I unfortunately had Benedict and Martin's voices in my head as I read. Not a bad thing at all, but I was trying to read it objectively and failed on that point.

Oh, another problem: it had a bad plot! It was so obviously written by an American, using American style and American plot twists and American procedural crime drama formats. Ugh. I know this 2012 Elementary will be exactly the same way. And it's so upsetting. I don't understand why it's being done other to capitalise on the BBC version which literally makes no sense as there is NO WAY you can ever surpass anything made by British people.

It's going to be just another procedural crime drama featuring a super special snowflake with super special skills. Monk, Psych, Unforgettable, House (okay not police, but definitely procedural snowflake). All one word titles to project just HOW SPECIAL they are.

I want the script for the new Elementary to read. I want to know just how much it will suck.

There are rumours that Watson might be female. Oh, how SURPRISING. The fandom will automatically ship Sherlock and any other male character so there's no point making Watson a woman. Also, it definitely does change the balance of their relationship, having a female sidekick. I can only imagine what some of my more feminist friends will rant about regarding that. It matters not to me, as I've mentioned, because nothing and no one could surpass my Sherlock (oh, Benedict, you are my one and only, sorry Jeremy). But I will enjoy the wankery.

Now that Jonny Lee Miller (Crash Override, always and forever!) will be Sherlock in CBS's blatant rip-off, I've decided he needs Donald Faison to be Watson. Sassy black street-smart best friend who knows New York inside out and can work a pair of low riding jeans like nobody's business.

A woman should be Moriarty. Lestrade should be Hispanic. May we have a soupçon of difference?

Sadly, I can't help but think that he will be compared with Benedict and come up lacking which is so disappointing because Jonny really is a fantastic actor and deserves full on fame. CBS will pay the Beeb masses of royalties, the show will air for half a season and then be burnt off during summer hiatus.

Via kathyh. Correctly pinned me! I would be Morgause if I could be. I would also kill my sister for being a twit. And I'm only loyal to friends who deserve it.


You're Morgause!
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Family and friends are very important to you and you are fiercely loyal. So much so that you can sometimes be blind to their faults. You don't suffer fools gladly and can be a bit abrupt with people who annoy you. Sometimes people can find you a little bit intimidating. Ambitious and intelligent, you have the ability to go far in life. You have an excellent sense of humour, which tends to be quite dark/sarcastic.

Ahahaha totally me. Also, Four was my first Doctor so I'm sure that has something to do with how I turned out. That, or genetics.

At some point I should do a proper update, or at least a proper rant.

You are the Fourth Doctor
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You are eccentric, and slightly deranged. You enjoy overdramatizing everything you say and being the constant center of attention. Friends are just people you end up having to rescue. If anybody gets too close to you emotionally, you just dump them off in some random village to fend for themselves. You are the smartest person you know, and ever will. You have no patience for stupidity or ignorance. You will marry a travel companion who will resent you, do occasional voice over work and cameos, but always be fondly remembered as being, "The Best."

I was bored and took a Sorting Hat test which actually had very good questions and gave me the answer I was completely expecting!

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Slytherin

50% Ravenclaw, 36% Hufflepuff, 63% Slytherin and 50% Gryffindor!

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I can't post every day. I tried to do it but I couldn't. I don't have enough to say because most of it is on Twitter and all the deep, thinkythoughts stuff isn't something you all want to read if any of you are even left.

I have wearing pants. I'm a skirt girl. But my capris have pockets and I can wear sneakers with them so I can walk a lot easier to and from work. But I feel horrible in pants. I'm such a girl about some things.

Boss didn't call or email at all today. That means I finished all my work about 2p & twiddled my thumbs until I could leave at 4p. It was SO HARD to fill the time! I did got buy a new bag from Loehmanns. $80 reduced to $70 because I had a coupon. Of course, tax jacked the price right back up. Fuck you tax.

My summer tv is slowing down again as USA shows go back into hiatus until their Winter half seasons. But soon Fall tv begins and I get all my network shows back. And all my British Autumn shows are returning soon! So, yay!

My arms are absolutely killing me from all the painting. I am a roller-whiz though. But ow. Arms. I need a man with sexy arms to come rub mine. Mmmm. Happy place.

Saw many prospective roommates today one after the other. Current roommate (who is pretty awesome generally) was out all day so I had to do it alone. I have no desire to talk to anyone ever again. Repetition is insanity. I hate everyone.

In between appointments I had time to finish my Case Histories episodes. I want to do wicked things to Jason Isaacs. Wicked dirty things. Wicked dirty slutty things. And then do them all over again. Multiple times.

I ate nothing all day but some cookies and some chocolate at about 11a. I probably should eat now but I can't manage to even think about opening the fridge, I'm that shattered.

I spent the morning waiting for a prospective roommate who did not show up. Then I went to Rebecca's to help her paint her living room walls. See Twitter for photos. I couldn't smell the paint but I started to feel the effects in the later afternoon so we gave up and went to get British food at Longbow Pub.

I had Irish bacon on thick white bread with butter, and chips. And brown sauce. BROWN SAUCE, BITCHES. The pub guy had a British accent and I was all melty inside. I have such a fetish for accents. Nice ones. I am an accent whore. SUCH A WHORE. My ears are the windows to my soul. Heart? KNICKERS! Speak properly with a lilt and you're home free, boys.

Then Rebecca gave me some pots and a pillow because I was needful and then I went home. The smell of the paint fumes didn't bother me during the day because, you know, couldn't smell them, but the chemicals have finally caught up with me and I spent a bit of time sneezing, then feeling dizzy and generally icky. I had some advil and took a shower and I felt better.

I messed about a bit online and then decided to watch a new British show called Case Histories with Jason Isaacs. He's an ex-detective but does private work (what is with me and detectives? Oh, right, THEY'RE LOGICAL AND SMART). He's also shirtless a lot of the time and also brooding and smoking and there are a lot of close-ups of his blue blue blue eyes. Also, his character has a daughter who is freakishly adorable and has a Scottish accent. IT'S DELIGHTFUL.

Dark hair and blue eyes. Come to bed, sexy.

Ridiculous headache made worse by not drinking anything for ~6 hours and then crying for 20 minutes. It's Friday, FFS. I should be happy. But this roommate search is upsetting me. I hate people. I swear. We actually have a HUGE bedroom AND an adjoining sitting room for rent for a stupidly cheap price. Reasons why people don't want to live here? I found something better. Yeah, no, not in this city. IDEK. I'm so emotionally drained this week. I really just want to die. IT WOULD SOLVE FUCKING EVERYTHING.

I AM SO OVER LIFE. JFC, JUST GIVE ME SOME PILLS AND A NICE BATH AND A KNIFE.

The sciatica in my left leg has been playing up for a few days and I could never figure why. Then this morning, I realised it's the way I sit at my desk. I perch on the very edge of my chair with my right leg crossed over my left knee. All my weight is pushing right on the nerve bundle between my ass and my thigh. Is there a proper word for that bit? IDK. So I figured out why it's been a bitch to me.

And yet, I'm sitting that way now. I can't sit back in my chair because it's got arms and they don't fit under my desktop. So I'm not close enough and have to sit forward in my chair.

Yesterday I had a wicked vertigo attack and had to lie down at work for almost an hour. It's been nearly a year. Motherfucking head. Motherfucking cyclists. I wish all of them would be smashed by cars and DIE. Also, I'm so emotional all the time about my lack of correct smell/taste. I just. COME THE FUCK ON. CAN'T IT JUST BE NORMAL FFS. LIKE I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TO DEAL WITH?

Conversation in Trader Joes today, immediately after my transaction is finished and I'm picking up my bags:
Cashier: Do you have kids?
Me: No... why?
Cashier *stares at me for a few seconds not moving, not saying anything*
Me: Um... thanks?
Cashier: Sorry. I spaced out. I have one. And I've been feeling a bit sick. Just weird.
Me: Oh.
Cashier: Someone said I should eat ginger.
Me: That can help nausea.
Cashier: Thanks!
Me: Okay, thanks, good luck. *runs away*

Seriously. WTF. IDEK. People.

Despite being outrageously tired and my throat aching from all the talk talk talk, I didn't fall asleep for HOURS but when I did I slept wicked heavy and managed to dream I was Leslie Knope. There was a huge multi-level hotel and for some reason me (as L.Knope) managed to score a suer hotel suite but then other people kept trying to be a part of my digs. People like Kristen Scott-Thomas, Lea Salonga, several gay men (unidentifiable or forgettable, no idea which). Also Barbie from work. Yes. She was apparently an employee of the hotel dealing with all the mini-cupcakes.

Anyway, at some point, Me (L.Knope) and Ben had had a fight and we were in separate hotel rooms quite cranky with each other. He was on level 4 in room 4235 (really, I remember that!) And I could NOT get the interlopers out of my awesome suite and then at some point someone was trying to kill me (that happens often in dreams and I usually ignore it) but there was also some spies and mini-cupcakes everywhere.

And then I was roaming the hotel corridors (it was very similar to the Royal Garden hotel in Kowloon - Google it for awesome atrium images. I stayed there once on the way back from London. Epic.) and I stumbled across a trolley of mini-cupcakes (IDEK why mini-cupcakes were so prolific) and I pinched the trolley and was pushing it towards Ben's room because I wanted to apologise. And then he came around the corner and said sorry first and then grabbed me and there was epic smooching and then we took the cupcakes back to his room and, holy jesus, there was a lot of making out ALL OVER HIS FACE.

Saw several prospective roommates tonight and then the departing roommate who I hate so fucking much I can't even, I want to punch her face in and then stab her, anyway she came back to the house to pick stuff up and was so fucking passive agressive and smirky and I hate her so much I hope she dies.

And then (current and staying roommate) L and I talked for a few hours about stuff because she's having some emo issues and she's really awesome and she keeps to herself and we get along brilliantly but also we like to be alone so she's a good roommate and I wanted to help her so I wanted to talk with her but it just took so long.

Basically I got home from work just after 5p and only when it was about 11p I finally went to my room and got into my jammies and then got out of my jammies because I needed a shower then back into jammies. So much tired. I am so fucking tired. How do people come home from work and then socialise. Or go out after work and socialise. I just can't. I JUST CAN'T.

The tired is so bad I actually want to die to make it go away. Of course, I usually want to die in general because life is balls but I WANT TO DIE TO MAKE THE BAD TIRED STOP.

I had an hour long phone conversation with one of our partners today about her business and how she can grow and market it. It wasn't intentional at all. I just called to confirm several dates and descriptions of the events she's planning to have in our facility. And she started trying to get stuff planned that I knew wouldn't have a hope in hell of working and so I started talking to her about how to, you know, run a business and supply and demand and all that jazz.

And I was talking about stuff that I didn't even know I knew. I guess working for two and a half years in this position, day to day with the owner, trying to grow and develop and make the fucking business work and make money, I learned stuff?

So I thought about everything I learned in all my jobs. I've done a lot. In a wide range of fields in several different countries. I pretty much dislike everything I've done because it's all been boring to me. Even while learning the job I've been bored. I know Australian Immigration and Customs secrets. Canadian Advertising laws back to front & the Canadian legal system in general. London public transport inside out, as well as British telecommunications. Microfinance in third world countries. Nannying. Interior Design. Absolutely everything about kids in NYC (ugh). Small business development. Marketing in the US, UK and CA. I just do not care about ANY of it.

I know too much about stuff that means nothing to me and I still read up on all that stuff because when I see an article about something I know, I want to read about it even if I don't care. I just want to know everything. I can adapt myself to any job in any country. I learn fast. I remember a lot of useless information. But I can't find myself.

Is it better to work a job you dislike as long as it's easy and you can do it? Or a job you struggle with but adore to bits because you're interested and challenged? Is better to live in a country you don't particularly like but is better than the alternative. Or should you try everything to get where you want to be even though you KNOW you won't get there and failing would be worse than not trying at all. I have no purpose in life and no direction. Except to the mall. I totally paused.

I want my English cottage, pet otter and gentleman farm neighbour. I don't want to work.

If you've told me stuff before, don't tell me again. I know it.

Aladdin is on tv. I'm watching and quoting it. I love that there are Middle Eastern riffs all through. Doubting Mustafa. Wake up and smell the hummus. Combination hookah and coffee maker (also makes julienne fries).

And it has a quote that I have used ever since I first watched the movie. Nearly 2 decades! Seriously. This movie was released when I was 13. Anyway the quote is: "I think I'm gonna have a heart attack and DIE from not surprise." That's just so me.

I also lovelovelove the songs! They all have excellent rhythms! And there's a monkey! And a flying carpet! And Robin Williams mimicking Peter Lorre!

Also, I love this icon of me & R. I look super pretty in it and so does she! It's from a photo she and I made at the Apple store, playing with Photo Booth on the computers. We're so pretty! SO PRETTY!

I'm a shipper. Yes, I am. I'm part hot, dirty, juicy sex against a wall and part fluffy, squishy, flowery, gentle, smoochy shipper. I'm also part non-shipper and part eh it'd be awesome if they got together but I won't weep if they don't shipper. And there's another part of me that gets so angry that a ship has happened that I lose all interest in the tv show or movie.

I often wonder where my reasoning to ship or not to ship lies. ( is there reason? )

LOOK AT MY ICON. PURE PERFECTION

I downloaded a copy of Kung Fu Panda 2. It said it was a SCR and the comments said it was an excellent copy. But it's not. It's definitely a CAM although it's TS so it's easy to listen to. But still. JFC internet. If you're going to pirate, DON'T LIE ABOUT THE QUALITY.

I also hate when certain torrent sites have pop-up ads. They seem to be able to get around my pop-up killer programs. This is why I prefer closed invite sites but my internet is never fast enough to seed back and I kill my ratio.

Demonoid is pissing me off lately. The multitude of pop-ups are driving me nuts. But that's where I get all my ebooks and magazines. There really is no other site stuffed full of new (and rare!) releases. Stupid site.

Why can't it be easy to steal stuff? IDEK.