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I was doing my laundry and I turned around and got a faceful of fried spinach.
It was good. Unexpected, but good.
I wish my mother would stop these ambush force-feeds, though. She's like an overexcited Luftwaffe squadron jumping the gun on the Blitz.
(At least she's stopped looking at me as if I was about to keel over. I'm fine, Ma!)
Anyway. Today's Sherlock recs are two very well-done adaptations of the classic ACD stories "The Adventure of the Speckled Band" and "The Adventure of the Copper Beeches" by
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The Adventure of the Spotted Ring, Part 1 and Part 2
The Adventure of the Girl in the Attic, Part 1 and Part 2
It was good. Unexpected, but good.
I wish my mother would stop these ambush force-feeds, though. She's like an overexcited Luftwaffe squadron jumping the gun on the Blitz.
(At least she's stopped looking at me as if I was about to keel over. I'm fine, Ma!)
Anyway. Today's Sherlock recs are two very well-done adaptations of the classic ACD stories "The Adventure of the Speckled Band" and "The Adventure of the Copper Beeches" by
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The Adventure of the Spotted Ring, Part 1 and Part 2
"I was wrong," Sherlock said. "This is more of a two patch problem. We have several clues to focus on. The whistles, the fact Doctor Roylott doesn't want his stepdaughters to marry, the sudden house repairs, various homeless people traipsing about, not to mention Julia's reference to a ring and the fact Helen heard a metallic clang the night her sister died." He stabbed the air with a finger. "Maybe the noise was a shutter falling back into place."
"Or a murderous robot climbing down the chimney."
Sherlock looked at me, confused. His face brightened. "Oh. You were joking."
The Adventure of the Girl in the Attic, Part 1 and Part 2
Sherlock pushed himself into a sitting position. He pulled his dressing gown closed and regarded me with a look that said I was to be pitied.
"The days of my great cases are over, John. The criminal element has lost all ingenuity. Even Moriarty has let me down."
My eyebrows lifted. "You consider that a problem?"
Sherlock ignored me. "Any day now, The Science of Deduction forums will be rife with nothing but questions from hapless teenagers who have misplaced their iPods and mechanical pencils. From little old ladies who have lost their Siamese cats and reading glasses."
My friend's head rested on the back of the couch, he stared blankly at the ceiling. "I'm telling you, John. You are, right now, witnessing my final descent. I can already feel my brain atrophy. I am in the depths of endless boredom and despair."
He was certainly in the depths of something.
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