Wednesday, December 5, 2018

And coming in a couple of days, our Christmas Tradition.


Tis the season!

Once again it is time to start celebrating BLUE season.


It is a shame that's all they have to say.

Over the past several years I have stopped following several blogs and discontinued a few periodicals because of a seemingly acute fixation with Sherlock Holmes and John Watsons sexuality.

It seems strange to me, in this day and age ,where ones sexuality is something, we are told, that should not matter about the character of the person, that these writers that I have stopped following feel the need to dwell on that and keep putting it out there.

I don't understand the need to make someone else's character one way or the other. What need is that type of writer filling.
A personal satisfaction?
A need to place their name next to someone else's creation?
The inability to create an individual or individuals of their own that can stand the test of time.

It has no longer become a scholarly pursuit to prove one way or the other for passages within the Canon, but instead a personal satisfaction of the writers fixation.
What to me is the biggest shame in all of this trend is that some very talented writers need that plot devise to get published, which, it would seem, would limit their readership.

The characters in the CBS TV show 'Instinct' prove the LGBT characters can and should be portrayed in a respectful manner, and can stand on their own as original characters. One of the best new shows out there.

I know there is a market out there for the type of fan fiction that is driving this Johnlock need and that has to be assumed to be the driving force behind it.

I was a big fan of The Watsonian from the John H Watson Society when it first came out. Even having several things published in it.
But the trend towards the need to publish things about Sherlock and Dr. Watson's sexuality made me cancel my membership. Even every once in a while reconsidering that decision till I come across another copy.
Not something I would want to pass on to young Sherlockians anymore.

Once again I am sure I will be told how narrow minded I am,  .  .  . but hay, that's what blogs are for.



Sunday, December 2, 2018

It's that time of year.

BLUE, along with HOUND, is one of my favorite stories from the Canon. For many reasons, but mostly for the atmosphere, and the congenial pace at which the story flows.
And, as a craft beer lover, the following scene is probably my favorite image from the story;

"In a quarter of an hour we were in Bloomsbury at the Alpha Inn, which is a small public-house at the corner of one of the streets which runs down into Holborn. Holmes pushed open the door of the private bar and ordered two glasses of beer from the ruddy-faced, white-aproned landlord. “Your beer should be excellent if it is as good as your geese,” said he. “My geese!” The man seemed surprised. “Yes. I was speaking only half an hour ago to Mr. Henry Baker, who was a member of your goose club.”
“Ah! yes, I see. But you see, sir, them’s not our geese.” “Indeed! Whose, then?” “Well, I got the two dozen from a salesman in Covent Garden.” “Indeed? I know some of them. Which was it?” “Breckinridge is his name.” “Ah! I don’t know him. Well, here’s your good health landlord, and prosperity to your house. Good-night.” "

Oh, please, oh, please! Stay and finish the pint together! Stay and talk about the season, the weather, Mrs. Watson. Anything, just stay for a little while!
Holmes and Watson together, out for a pint. A warm, snug pub. A jolly holiday atmosphere still hung in the air. London by gas light on a cold winters night. Who amongst us Sherlockians do not wish to be privy to such a moment in Canonical time. Outside of maybe sitting around the fire with the two of them at 221b, this for me would be my pick spot.

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Browsing the Web. The Harpooners of the Sea Unicron

I came across this image.

Many years ago the Harpooners helped and supported an actor, Darryl Maximillian Robinson pull of a production of  The Final Problem.

He put the production on at our local pub as a preview to the stage production.

Darryl Maximillian Robinson could pull off one of the best British accents we had ever heard.

Usually when someone did something of a Sherlockian nature with the HSU; make a presentation, help with logistics, etc., we would make them and honorary member. Jeremy Brett recieved one.

Back then the Harpooners had many fun awards. Since their name came from a seafaring Sherlockian tale, all the awards were whales or something nautical.

Great fun.

The Games Afloat. So we had name issues?

Way back in 1993 The Harpooners of the Sea Unicorn brought the first (two) Sherlockain conventions to the St Louis area.
We chose to call it The Games Afloat. Pretty original we thought. Captures the sense of Playing the Game.
We invited speakers from all the local societies, and then some.

But now we are being told we had naming issues. To quote  "which doesn't have the same name issues as its predecessors", referring to upcoming Holmes in the Heartland event. 

 Of course we had two conventions with that name, so I guess we suffered twice.

And this quote about namin issues comes from someone who claims to be a non-elitist Sherlockian.

We called it 'The Games Afloat' because we were holding the convention on a Victorian era Showboat called the Goldenrod.
Pretty cool idea, we thought. But I guess we did not understand that we could not use the term Afloat because the boat was tied to a dock. Apparently Afloat and floating doesn't mean the same thing.
But he goes on to say, (which, well, technically it was on a floating riverboat, but the boat didn't leave the dock, as I recall).  So, name police, what was the problem. 

So tell me again why The Games Afloat is a naming issue?

I guess we should have called it The Games tied to the dock. Or, If we were moving we would be the Games Afloat, but we are not convention. 

Perhaps if the boat had left the dock we could have had the first Sherlockian dress up on water skis!

Considering the Illinois name police is always calling out others who make distinctions reflecting on differences in Sherlock celebrations, if you didn't know the source you would be surprised.

Sometimes those who claim to be the least elitist are, well, perhaps the most.

Seven Samurai indeed.

Well that's what happens when us newbies (back then) try to fit in with the elite.

Call out the Sherlockian naming police. I think the headquarters are somewhere in Illinois.

Not sure why he couldn't just say he was looking forward to Holmes in the Heartland without finding issues with the other area conventions.

Oh, . . . maybe we didn't make a big enough deal about him.