Today, I must adopt a Zen attitude and find the joy of not-doing.
Having ended 2013 by biting my tongue on several fronts, I've warmed up to today's chore quite nicely. And what will I be not-doing today?
You know. Because if you're so disconnected that you don't know season three of Sherlock premieres today in Britain, you probably aren't reading this.
A number of American Sherlockians and non-Sherlockian friends have already announced they're going to the black market side of the internet to find ways to watch it before the January 19 PBS showing in the U.S. of A. And while I'm not at all pleased with that delay, I'm not quite willing to go to the dark side, with all its little issues. The idea of Sherlock Holmes turning people into criminals, as often happens when the love of one's hobby clashes with minor peccadillos of the legal system, has always had a certain amusing irony, though.
I remember when the original premiere of Sherlock showed up in chunks on YouTube for a time before the BBC pulled it down back in 2010. I started watching the first five minutes, then found it good enough that I didn't want to settle for the lesser quality experience being offered on the YouTube piracy. And when the second season came out, I toyed with the idea of getting a DVD player that was region-free and going that route to ease the ridiculously long wait between the premiere of the first episode and the PBS version (which they chopped, and made us look even more foolish for waiting).
A state of Zen non-being seems the most positive way to spend the next eighteen days this time around, as the enthusiasm about a show we can't properly see bubbles over across the internet. Practicing calm as one prepares for the spoilers that will inevitably happen with more people than ever paying attention to Sherlock than ever these days. Calm, inner peace, a Zen state of non-being . . . sure, I can master all that today. Of course, I can.
And then, tomorrow night, Elementary returns with Moriarty Barbie. So much for that plan.
Enjoy your day, though, British cousins and American Sherlockian underworld! Wish I could be with you for it . . . instead, at 3 p.m. Peoria time, while you're all letting the joy of Sherlock Holmes's return was over you, I'll be playing the soundtrack to the old TV show Kung Fu on vinyl and sitting in a lotus position attempting to achieve enlightenment. But enjoy!