But she was naked! And all... articulate!

Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


lisah - Feb 23, 2011 6:18:59 pm PST #24639 of 30001
Punishingly Intricate

It's the PBS guys who don't do anything for me. But I've loved RDJ for a long, long time.

This! The PBS guys in that picture would be funny, to me, but not at all sexy. (Although I do think they are wonderful in the show!)


shrift - Feb 23, 2011 6:22:04 pm PST #24640 of 30001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

I need to be awake in less than six hours. Have I started packing my suitcase? Not so much.


§ ita § - Feb 23, 2011 6:25:37 pm PST #24641 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I can imagine Cumbersquat tied up with very little problem. Freeman looming over him with gloves and a crop, no not at all.


amych - Feb 23, 2011 6:28:22 pm PST #24642 of 30001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

I can imagine Cumbersquat tied up with very little problem

Mmm, yes.

Wait, was there a second sentence?


amych - Feb 23, 2011 6:29:03 pm PST #24643 of 30001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

(And yet, in spite of my above post, I'm firmly in the RDJ IS PURE SEX camp when it comes to comparative Sherlockery.)


§ ita § - Feb 23, 2011 6:39:10 pm PST #24644 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Due to relentless onslaught from tumblr I have come to really fully appreciate Martin Freeman, but I just don't think his Watson is sexy. Not like Jude Law is sexy, no.

However, I'm totally psyched for The Hobbit.


Steph L. - Feb 23, 2011 6:43:53 pm PST #24645 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

The stainless D-ring is an oversight I'm willing to forgive.

It could be nickel plated in that era.

The Boy agrees on the nickel plating, and also commented that rich folks would definitely have very fine leather goods, and a collar for a mastiff would easily fit a man's neck.

Then I *almost* got him to commit fic by speculating on whether Holmes was pantsless and whether his junk was, ah, similarly confined. But then he stopped. I think it was because I kept chanting, "Watson! Say 'Watson'!"


Consuela - Feb 23, 2011 6:58:44 pm PST #24646 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

what are they doing for the pinched nerve? Just drugs?

Pretty much, yeah: Ativan for relaxants and Vicodin for the pain. They gave her exercises, but she's never going to do them.

Time for a wheelchair; even if she manages this, she's never gonna be fully mobile again.

Thanks, everyone, anyway. I am home with a glass of Two-Buck-Chuck and the box of (mediocre) Russell Stover candies my dad gave me for VDay. And The Good Wife on the telly woot.

And no exercise was had, at all. Pretty much a wasted day.


Amy - Feb 23, 2011 7:06:25 pm PST #24647 of 30001
Because books.

I'm pretty sure you got more than enough exercise with the stress alone.


Lee - Feb 23, 2011 7:07:22 pm PST #24648 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I'm so sorry, Consuela.

Would you have any interest in going out and doing something frivolous either Sunday or next weekend?