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I return! I took a small hiatus in October but now I am back. I can't believe it's November already. The Christmas season starts for me in three days. Time flies.
Every autumn I have a fit of nostalgia to revisit the fandoms I ignore during the rest of the year, and so, continuing on with tradition, during October I re-immersed myself in Holmes. The canon, the Granada series, and, of course, the fic (oh, yuletide requests, here I come).
It always takes me by surprise to remember how much I love those characters. It really shouldn't. I'm not subtle about it. Not since I set foot in the Holmes museum last January and had an attack of full-bodied paroxysms in fannish glee at the sight of the seventeen steps. I mean, I own a Baker Street street sign. What's more, I carried a Baker Street street sign back from London through three airports and two planes and customs even though it is a heavy piece of inflexible metal. And wore a bowler while doing it, no less. (That might have been the only reason I wasn't stopped from bringing "potential weaponry" aboard an aircraft. Visible recognition to airport security as Dedicated Fan.) So I admit it now: I am a Holmes maniac. It should be widely acknowledged and accepted henceforth.
As such, I've spent the last month geeking out over Holmes, and Watson, and Holmes and Watson, and putting together my awesome, awesome Halloween costume. Where, shock and awe! I was Watson!

Conversation with my mum after I had first assembled the costume and put it on for preview:
ME: Man. I am, like, the gayest Watson ever. [cocks hip in mirror] Yep. MY MUM: [absently, from the kitchen, with no thought for what she's saying] No; doesn't Jude Law play him in the upcoming movie? ME: *quietly beams with pride*
My mum is kind of awesome.
I hope your Halloween was a good one, guys!
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