Woke up to find daughter watching Sherlock Holmes movies featuring Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce, and she likes comparing them to the Brett Holmes (and HER Sherlock) Benedict Cumberbatch.
It's going to be a cold wet day, my friend at the pharmacy gave me free tickets to this week's Comic Convention, so maybe we will go. He was going to be on the local station promoting it yesterday, but they did not show it, so perhaps they filmed yesterday to show this morning, I'll have to ask.
Off to read story that I offered to illustrate. Have a Good Sat!
221B
Here dwell together still two men of note
Who never lived and so can never die:
How very near they seem, yet how remote
That age before the world went all awry.
But still the game’s afoot for those with ears
Attuned to catch the distant view-halloo:
England is England yet, for all our fears–
Only those things the heart believes are true.
A yellow fog swirls past the window-pane
As night descends upon this fabled street:
A lonely hansom splashes through the rain,
The ghostly gas lamps fail at twenty feet.
Here, though the world explode, these two survive,
And it is always eighteen ninety-five.
– Vincent Starrett
It's going to be a cold wet day, my friend at the pharmacy gave me free tickets to this week's Comic Convention, so maybe we will go. He was going to be on the local station promoting it yesterday, but they did not show it, so perhaps they filmed yesterday to show this morning, I'll have to ask.
Off to read story that I offered to illustrate. Have a Good Sat!
221B
Here dwell together still two men of note
Who never lived and so can never die:
How very near they seem, yet how remote
That age before the world went all awry.
But still the game’s afoot for those with ears
Attuned to catch the distant view-halloo:
England is England yet, for all our fears–
Only those things the heart believes are true.
A yellow fog swirls past the window-pane
As night descends upon this fabled street:
A lonely hansom splashes through the rain,
The ghostly gas lamps fail at twenty feet.
Here, though the world explode, these two survive,
And it is always eighteen ninety-five.
– Vincent Starrett