Swinging with the Finkels (review)
I love Martin Freeman, I really do, but what the hell is this shit?
I love Martin Freeman, I really do, but what the hell is this shit?
Somebody’s been listening to me. Shut up: let me at least pretend as much.
You know, like how Martin Freeman and Benedict Cumberbatch are swapping sides as they move between Sherlock and The Hobbit…
If only we had a TARDIS and could pop ahead to see what we’ll get, Doctor Who wise, in the next year or so. But we don’t. But have only Twitter…
To The New York Times, no less. Frankly, I’m not sure I want The New York Times talking about Doctor Who. That’s a sure sign that it’s going mainstream and will soon be boring…
And: John Landis disses Inception; Foursquare in space; Benedict Cumberbatch is a monster; more…
The search for who? Oh no: do we have to remind people yet again that Sherlock Holmes was never a real person, that he was a fictional invention of a writer of crime stories?
Benedict Cumberbatch is the sexiest high-functioning sociopath ever, and Martin Freeman is a Watson to be reckoned with. Instead of telegrams and monographs it’s all texts and blogs, but the best way to get around this 21st-century Holmes’ London is still by cab.
Fan artist Red Scharlach has created an impressive collection of Doctor Who-themed icons… hundreds of them, from new Who and the classic series. Even the Peter Cushing movies. Even Rowan Atkinson’s ‘Curse of Fatal Death’ Doctor!
Every week my browser gets cluttered up with tabs for stuff that I stumble across and figure I might be able to use as a Question of the Day or a WTF Thought for the Day or grist for some other post…