The Demon Barber of Baker Street
Well, it's the musings of SOMEONE, anyway.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Thursday, November 23, 2006
NaNo Has Eaten My Soul
It is 4:03 AM and Watson is displaying a heretofore unknown knowledge of Haitian voodoo.
NANOWRIMO HAS EATEN MY SOUL.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Why I Love Microsoft Word
Because this is what its AutoSummarize feature thinks my NaNovel is about.
On love? I am Mr. Sherlock Holmes, after all. It is only Sherlock Holmes again. A love story! John Watson is an ordinary man. “Holmes!”
“Well. I waved one hand. If I lost. If I lost. If I lose. “Sir? If I returned to London – wonderful London! London. Baker Street. “Madam, I am Mr. Sherlock Holmes.” “Well. London. “If…I didn’t bring him in, Mr. Holmes. “No, never mind. “Dr. Watson, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.”
London. Every night, it never failed. (Stomp.) (Stomp.) Holmes?”
“Good evening, Watson.”
“Hardly evening, Holmes. London. Holmes is gone. What do men remember? Great events in history, great men, greatness. London. “Doctor Watson!” Let the man eat.” “It does make one happy, Holmes.”
“Holmes, don’t.” “Holmes, time passes. Not love. “Congratulations, Watson. Holmes reached out and touched my hand. London. “Watson!” Holmes sniffed mockingly, then relented. “Well. Holmes stretched out his legs. Doctor?”
Holmes kept them all.
I never thought you concerned yourself with matters of fashion, Holmes.”
Makes so much sense, doesn't it?
Quote of the Day
"Love. . .meaning me."
"Love. . .meaning you?"
"Exactly."
- Kat and Erik the Cowboy
Word countingly,
Kat
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Because Mickey Is Always Right
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.
Remember, remember, the fifth of November
The gunpowder treason and plot
I see no reason gunpowder and treason
Should ever be forgot.
Happy Guy Fawkes Day! Have fun blowing up major political edifices!
Nanoing,
Kat
Friday, November 03, 2006
NaNoWriMo: The Pain, The Glory, The Labouchere's Law References
All right. Stats time.
Cups of tea: 3
Times character has burst out into tears: 1
Times Watson has gone all hero worshippy: 0, thank God.
Times Mrs. Hudson has inexplicably decided to take over the plot: 1
Times Moriarty's death has been rewritten: 5
Times Holmes has made snarky remarks about the police force: 1
Number of things Holmes has called poor Stamford after forgetting Stamford's name: 6
Biblical allusions: 2
Times I have used something directly from school in the novel: 1
Labouchere's Law references: 1
Offenses Against the Persons Act references: 1
Leviticus references: Shockingly, 0.
Times Holmes has had difficulty with articles of clothing: 1, so far, but for some reason in my stories this tends to happen quite a lot.
Times Watson has tripped/had trouble with wounded leg/shoulder: 2
Watson wound quota: 2
Watson wife quota: 0
Snogging quota: 0. SHOCK.
Phew.
Quote of the Day
"Why do all these names begin with M?"
- Mom. Bit of a long story, there.
Nanoing,
Kat
Thursday, November 02, 2006
A Piece of Complete Geek Humor
May I just say, before I post this, that you have no chance of comprehending it unless you are familiar both with A Scandal in Bohemia by Arthur Conan Doyle, and the Spanish Inquisition episode of Monty Python's Flying Circus.
Irene Adler: Trouble at Briahry Lahdge!
Guardsman #1: Oh no - what kind of trouble?
Irene Adler: One ah da roudy loungahs called ou' "FIYA!"
Guardsman #2: Pardon?
Irene Adler: One ah da roudy loungahs called ou' "FIYA!"
Guardsman #1: I don't understand what you're saying.
Irene Adler: [slightly irritatedly and with exaggeratedly clear accent] One of the roudy loungers called out "FIRE"!
Guardsman #2: Well, what on earth does that mean?
Irene Adler: I don't know - I just heard someone call out "FIRE"! - I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.
[JARRING CHORD]
[The door flies open and Sherlock Holmes (aka, the "simple-minded clergyman"), enters, followed by Doctor Watson.]
Holmes: NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our chief weapon is surprise...surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... Our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... Our three weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our four...no... Amongst our weapons.... Amongst our weaponry...are such elements as fear, surprise.... I'll come in again.
I literally laughed for about ten minutes over that. I know, I know, you don't get it. . .
Quote of the Day
"No, points are not transferable. . .or else Gabe D. would be covered for the next year and a half or so."
- Kasey A.
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J.G.S.T.S.H.K.K.H.