noblescientist: (blog on)
Well, I was going to blog the night before last, which was my last sleepless night... but livejournal didn't work all night. Consistently.

Hoping tonight's different, because my brain's in hyperdrive and I know I won't be sleeping. Which isn't good, because this is only one night of sleep in between these two, but I can't really control this. I also know I'm going to be doing things all night, because that final episode of Sherlock is gonna keep me going (creatively, at least) for days.

I've also got an "experience" I've got to get down on proverbial paper, because I just need to get it out, but that's for later.

If I were a smoker, this would be a time when I would probably be doing so. (Not sure exactly where that came from, but it's the truth.)

PS: Debating making a tumblr. No idea who'd follow it though. I know a few I'd follow though. I've got probably six tabs' worth of h3rring open right now anyway... [/totally not stalking Texts!Sherlock]
I'll figure it out. Have to figure out how to make it not-boring.
noblescientist: (BBC Sherlock)
Well, my multiple trains of thought (I really need to find a better phrasing for that) are hindering my ability to read a particularly interesting fanfiction at the moment. And there is radio silence on both Facebook and Twitter, as well as Skype (because I seldom initiate Skype conversations), and it's far too late-- early?-- to be texting someone. Particularly the person I would most like to be texting, because this person values their sleep.

So I'll jump into that analysis I mentioned earlier. This is NOT an analysis of Sherlock Holmes in general; I'm focussing on some traits of specifically the BBC's Sherlock.
First of all, several people on the communities I watch-- friends' tumblrs, mostly-- have dismissed Sherlock's claim of being "a high-functioning sociopath" because he cares for John. Because of the obvious depth of that care, I made the mistake of making a similar comment myself before realising how stupid and contradictory I sounded.
Guess what, people? In that respect, sociopathy means absolutely nada. In fact, it actually explains some things.
First of all, sociopaths have the capacity to care. They will often become close to a small group of people with whom they can somewhat identify (and, more importantly, who can put up with them). With regards to these people, they will have a certain degree of empathy, and if they do something that upsets these people, they are likely to feel remorse. This is not true of psychopaths, who basically feel no emotion, but may fake them.
Second of all, some have pointed out Sherlock's apparent disinterest in any sort of sexual endeavours as odd, and then cited their disbelief of his claimed sociopathy. In reality, sociopathy could possibly explain part of that; some medical professionals believe that sociopathy is a subdivision of antisocial personality disorder, one of the traits of which can sometimes be a reduced sex drive. (Or, evidently, an unusually high one. Confusing, that.)

And about eighty per cent of the fandom seems to be debating the poor man's sexuality, something he probably wouldn't care to even define. While I'm analysing, though, I figure I may as well touch on the point; I'm interested in the subject, so why not?
One thing that is abundantly obvious after A Scandal in Belgravia-- dammit, almost typed Bohemia because of the original, lol-- is that he's a masochist. The look on his face when Irene Adler offers to "try" to "cut [herself] slapping that face" is rather telling, as is his reaction when she ends up beating her phone out of his grip. Trust me, I recognise reactions like those; I'm a masochist myself.
Now here's where it gets fuzzy. A marked disinterest in anything sexual-- excluding, of course, getting smacked around by Irene Adler, as it was not quite voluntary-- could mean that he's asexual. His reactions to Adler somewhat support this; he was busy checking her pulse in their most "intimate" scene, which led to later deductions. However, because he not only allowed her proximity, but repeated it when explaining his deduction, the line begins to blur. He may have been doing this to prove a point; he may have been doing it because she's attractive to him. (Her nudity certainly distracted him somewhat, and he was a bit eager to please her.) So, not likely to be completely asexual. Perhaps a repressed form of some other sexuality (likely demisexual), though which one is difficult to say for certain; there are many subdivisions, and not much to go on because he is repressed. One has to look closely for much of any hint in that direction, and most fans are squinting to see what they want. (I think it was deliberately left ambiguous.)

There, I've given it as much thought as I believe is due. Now for something that amuses me endlessly:
You are a high functioning sociopath
This was a result I just got from an on-line quiz. Just for kicks and giggles, I assure you; while researching to try to affirm this entry, I ran across the quiz, and it was short. I've been called a psychopath in the past, as well as a sociopath once or twice by my more educated enemies (normal people don't have enemies *cough misquote cough*), and then I end up designated as precisely what Sherlock calls himself. I had been trying to avoid comparing myself to him, but I think I'm over it. It's just funny now, and a bit uncanny in some ways.


Jan. 4th, 2012 11:52 pm
noblescientist: (Sherlock Holmes)
Impending analysis of Sherlock and//or sociopathy, etc etc.

I don't promise it will be interesting, but it's the most sensible of what's been going through my head. [plenty of traffic in here as usual]
[it's a wonder Ailill doesn't get lost]
[then again he is an elf]

(Also, ignore that. Testing out formats for future reference.)
noblescientist: (Sherlock Holmes)
I don't think the traffic has decreased all that much in my head, but at least I'm able to think linearly enough to type more than several sentences, I think. (Good lord, semantic satiation, anybody? Apparently I'm still unable to phrase things properly.)

Anyway, I'm not sure if being able to stay up all night with few to no adverse effects mean that my cold is getting better, or my insomnia worse. I'm very cold, but that has more to do with the lack of heat in my bedroom than anything else. And I'm no more tired than I was several hours ago-- the main reason I didn't sleep, by the way; not that I didn't want to, or even that I couldn't, but that I was legitimately not tired-- and I now have most of a card to show for it. ([ profile] zipzap171 will probably see the finished product tomorrow.)

I've got to scan this card some time today, once I finish it (that is, once I can concentrate again enough to finish it); it's really coming out great. I've got Sherlock on the front, and he looks pretty amazing for a drawing started at about 02:30. I don't have much drawn on the inside yet; I've got a dialogue wall on the inside left, and John waking up at the top of the the inside right, but I haven't finished that yet. He looks a bit less than stellar, but he's not quite as easy to draw for some reason. (I think it's the fact that Benedict Cumberbatch has such distinctive features; Martin Freeman has some, like his pointy, turned-up nose, but other than that he's got sort of a plain-ish face. Plain is difficult.)

So I managed to watch the BBC Sherlock Series Two premiere on the BBC site. I was rather nervous, because Irene Adler was in it, and all I'd seen was a very out-of-context, sexualised-looking perspective on her in the previews. Without being too terribly spoilery, I'll just say that Gatiss and Moffat remain in my highest regards. She is not the Irene Adler of Conan Doyle's work, but she's as close as they could really get. Sheer unadulterated brilliance.
And one of the things I'd been wanting to see the most-- Sherlock playing, actually playing the violin, not just sending out notes to annoy Mycroft out of the flat-- happened several times over the course of the episode. And he was composing. I cannot express how happy that made me, and I'm not sure whether it was because I'm a musician, or because I see Sherlock as a very creative and artistic person, or what. I just know that when he was writing, my ribcage may as well have been singing those notes.
We also see into Sherlock's room-- oddly neat. Dunno, with the rest of his things being organised chaos, I expected his bedroom would be more of the same, much like mine. Nope: obsessively clean and organised; no chaos. Though, I suppose that may be partly because I don't have my own space except in my bedroom; he shares a flat with one person and has space. (I also find it oddly adorable that he's got a poster of the Periodic Table on his wall.)
Anyway, it's a bit odd; some of the things I find I have in common with my childhood hero, or at least this portrayal thereof... I've always had ideas about some of the things they revealed in this episode, but I didn't expect to be right about all of it. I love it when I'm right.

(Man, and that's without going into specifics... Imagine what this will be like once they actually release Series Two in America and I don't have to worry so much about spoilers. Or maybe once I watch it again-- or a few more times-- and review the episode. [Big maybe on that one though. Dunno, I haven't really reviewed them thus far except for the differences between the pilot and the aired version of The Study In Pink; I dunno if I'll do this one.])

My aunt and my baby cousin are coming over today. I wonder if I shouldn't get some sleep before then. Though then again, why waste the time if I've got it? Coffee works well with dysania, why shouldn't it work on a preventative basis today? Then I'll sleep twice as well tonight.

Oh yeah, and Happy New Year.
Went out for dinner for my sister's birthday today with the 'rents, my grandmothers, and of course, Ash and her fiancé; discovered that peppercrack peppercorn ranch dressing and a sore throat is a terrible combination; enjoyed the rest of it. And then we came home and had some of the red velvet cake I made for her.

This is almost turning into a stream-of-consciousness ramble. I think it's time to end it.
noblescientist: (Sherlock Holmes)
I'll be blogging tomorrow when I can think. Right now I have six super highways in my head, as a speech pathologist at my elementary school once put it, all going at once in high, high traffic and only one exit-- my mouth, as she meant it, but not in this case-- in this case, my hands.

I think this will be an all-nighter.

I also think that card I've had conceptualised for ages may finally get done tonight; I just have to migrate myself, my laptop and my drawing things to my room so I can concentrate.

And pyjamas. This skirt is starting to get on my nerves.
noblescientist: (HI HELEN :D)
I have to preface this with a disturbing (now resolved) development of a couple of months ago. I found myself unable to concentrate on reading anything for long enough to get more than a couple of chapters into it, unless it was a manga, because those take me two hours to read at the outside, and even I could concentrate for that long. It wasn't what I was reading, I don't think-- a few examples were Alice in Wonderland, which I've read before and enjoyed, Longfellow's translation of Dante's Divine Comedy, and Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles, more specifically, Interview with the Vampire-- and I couldn't get into any of it.

Sherlock Holmes has fixed yet another of my problems.

Now, I saw something recently which piqued my interest: "First book in 125 years to be accepted by the Conan Doyle Estate into the Sherlock Holmes canon." That was all I needed to prompt my ordering and subsequently picking up The House of Silk, by Anthony Horowitz, from the library. I read the first four chapters-- fifty-one pages-- one day, before having to go out and do things. The next day-- yesterday-- I not only finished the rest of the 294 pages, but my mum recommended The Seven Per-Cent Solution, which we actually own, and I tore through all 234 pages of that too. (Both brilliant reads, though neither quite in the style of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle; The House of Silk is similar to his writing style, but leaves you in a very depressing place, as Conan Doyle's never really did, and The Seven Per-Cent Solution, while an interesting alternate look into Sherlock Holmes, is nothing more than an alternate look. I mean, really, Moriarty as no more than a meek maths professor under the wrong circumstances, blown out of proportion by Sherlock's cocaine-addled mind? Interesting, but I can't see it.)
I did really love one scene in The Seven Per-Cent Solution, though; without spoiling too much, a doctor (not Watson) sends for Sherlock's Stradivarius, and he comes from the depths of depression into this brilliantly-described lively waltz, and the whole household is dancing, and he's playing passionately, and it's a wonderful plot device for a turning point as well as highlighting one of the greatest uses for music-- accentuating or altering moods as the musician sees fit. (Besides, it's hard for a passionate musician to play anything without becoming somewhat more cheerful or exhilarated. It's fun, and makes one feel good besides.)
The one thing that bothered me was the bizarre parallels from the one to the other, though minor; the same book is mentioned in both (though I can't presently bring the title to mind) as something Sherlock referenced to Watson, among other details. For some reason they stuck out at the time. I believe Horowitz must have read The Seven Per-Cent Solution and, possibly unwittingly, incorporated some of it into his own work.

TL;DR: two Sherlock books in one day makes for a very happy Eva.

In other news, on Tuesday, GameStop is having a sale for $30 off all pre-owned PSPs, so guess who's getting one? My long-term goal of buying myself a violin is not likely to happen any time soon, so I'm starting with a PSP instead, so I can at least start on playing Dissidia or Birth By Sleep. I've been carefully avoiding spoilers for far too long, and I want to play, dammit.
(Besides, as I've mentioned in a Facebook discussion, handhelds don't require me to steal the telly from my parents.)

Our Christmas tree-- though I hesitate to call it that, because the only really Christian one in the house is my father-- is up, and my cat, as usual, is under it.

I have a recital for my piano class on 21 December, I believe, after memorising 23 measures (of 35) in five classes. (Two, if you want to be picky; the first three were to learn it, the fourth memorising 11 measures, the fifth memorising the next 12...)
And while I'm back to talking of music, I may as well add this: I realised the other day that, while piano will be useful, violin may be easier for my tiny hands. I can barely reach an octave on the piano with my hand span, never mind a ninth or tenth... I know some who can reach an eleventh with ease. The violin neck is unlikely to hurt my hand so much.

noblescientist: (Sherlock Holmes)

If you have not yet seen the BBC series Sherlock, you should do so-- it's on Netflix-- and this does not pertain to you. Otherwise, read on. Spoilers abound.

The two pilots )
Definitely looking forward to the next three, set to be released this coming year. Series two is coming! (The predicted English air date was in May, so BBC America's will likely be then or after. I admit I'm a bit impatient.)
noblescientist: (INTJ)
I cannot for the life of me find any good Sherlock Holmes icons that I would use. I'll have to make one. I lied, found one.

Moving on.

My Sherlock kick has restarted. I was talking to Caitlin-- it began with discussing fandoms, then a certain online friend (
[ profile] makokitten) and her wonderful fanfiction and RPs, and I showed Caitlin the tumblr she and her RP partner have-- Text Messages from Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson, which is absolutely brilliant if you care to look (and laugh).

One of the questions in the aforementioned tumblr was the specific MBTI types of each character in Jungian psychology. (Take
the test yourself, if you so desire.) Having taken the test before, but not quite having recalled my results, Caitlin and I both took the time to complete the test. I got the result I'd thought I had originally: INTJ-- standing for Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Judgement-- fairly strong in all of the above-- evidently referred to in one of the descriptions as the "Mastermind". Caitlin was an ESFJ-- Extraverted, Sensing, Feeling, and Judgement-- weak in all but one category (I forget which) so I suppose she was more evenly matched out and was only just determined this type-- that is, exactly my opposite apart from in the judgement vs perceiving area-- referred to as the "Provider".
Back on the tumblr, the results for Sherlock and John, respectively, were INTJ and ISFJ. It was mentioned, too, that John's results back in uni were ESFJ. (Of course, these were determined by two fans, but if you look, they suit the characters perfectly; and besides, I have great faith in these two. They're amazing at keeping pretty much anybody in character during an RP, I'm certain 72 short questions would be a simple task.)

And it's odd, because every time Caitlin and I do some sort of RP or story, we end up with characters that sort of fit-- these two, personality-wise, actually fit rather well.

And now everybody that knows about all this blowing my mind is trying to convince me that yes, I am, in fact, as smart as Sherlock Holmes. I certainly appreciate the compliment, but I'm not sure I believe it. In fact, I'm fairly certain I don't.

Flattering to think, though, that I'm at least the same personality type as my childhood hero.
(Yep, you read that right. Some kids had Batman, some Superman, or Spiderman-- my hero was Sherlock Holmes. I have always been a complete nerd.)
noblescientist: (Sebastian)
Tagged by [ profile] ixtey 
♪ If you've been tagged, you must write your answers in your own LJ and replace any question that you dislike with a new question.
♫ Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.

Psh. )

Don't forget to tag 8 people!
Ohh yeah. Um. I don't usually tag people, sorry, and even if I did, I doubt anybody I tagged would actually do it. So. I'm a poor sport, sorry, I am "refusing to do that."
(If I were to tag people, it would be the people on my friends list that I actually know. Personally. There are more than eight of them, let's see if any of them read my journal or-- even more shocking-- actually do it.)
noblescientist: (Howl's Moving Castle)
Fabulous movie, really. Each twist in the plot was a wonderful precedent, and the humor was to the point, and mostly sophisticated. I felt smart-- I knew most of his prognosis before he gave it at the end. Being observant is a wonderful thing, particularly when combined with a subtle hint of "look at this!" with camera angles and the like.

I will, however, say that the ravens were a bit overdone. (I know they're abundant in London, about as much so as seagulls in Rhode Island, but still.)

I can't really give much of a review on this one without giving anything away, and past that, I don't feel it would be right to put it on here.

Just go see it.


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