The blue, blue water, the bone-white sky

[sovay]

I have been re-reading my ancestral (i.e., my mother's hardcover) copy of The Original Illustrated Sherlock Holmes (1978), which made it a very nice thing at the end of a semi-rough day when this episode mysteriously fell off the back of a hansom. I have loved Jeremy Brett and David Burke since childhood, but having recently been discussing various unsatisfactory versions of Irene Adler with skygiants and genarti, I was refreshingly impressed by the immediate intelligence—and faithfully portrayed opera!—of Gayle Hunnicutt. The predictable result is that now I want to rewatch both the Granada Sherlock Holmes (1984–94) and The Legend of Hell House (1973). Have a couple of links.

1. Courtesy of spatch: sunbathing mermaids, with duck.

2. Courtesy of moon_custafer: mildly Talmudic Batman meta.

3. Courtesy of handful_ofdust: "my mom's childhood town."

I have not attended High Holidays services in years, but I really don't appreciate dreaming that I was told by a synagogue that I couldn't enter because I'd once been sick. That is not how either science or Judaism works. It is, however, a fascinatingly obvious anxiety dream.

Comments

[selkie]

On the bright side, none of us will be going into a synagogue this year for the High Holy Days! None! Do start dreaming of where you buried that North American Viking hoard, won’t you?

[sovay]

On the bright side, none of us will be going into a synagogue this year for the High Holy Days! None!

I know! You said so on Friday! It's one of the reasons I don't appreciate the dream!

Do start dreaming of where you buried that North American Viking hoard, won’t you?

I might have to go to Maine.