tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512050174377678428.post167317102488784140..comments2024-03-26T09:32:26.565-05:00Comments on Sherlock Peoria: Are you Holmes or are you Watson?Sherlock Peoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09896656391037436805noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512050174377678428.post-76148318883423158412014-06-22T16:07:44.928-05:002014-06-22T16:07:44.928-05:00Sherlock, albeit with a damaged chip in my brain--...Sherlock, albeit with a damaged chip in my brain--that chip that processes the details I notice into something coherent, as opposed to what I actually get which is a jumble of details that might or might not be connected, relevant, or useful. <br /><br />I'm assertive in that I don't wait around for someone to do something for me if I can do it--or get it--myself. If there's a snake coming down the bellpull or a burglar hiding behind the draperies, I'm dealing with it. The world waits for no man and as a woman, I can't wait for the world, lest I never get what I need. <br /><br />But like Watson, I dislike confrontation and I feel horrible if I know I've been rude. It tends to put the brakes on my full-steam-ahead tendencies. It's a good thing, else I'd be constantly running into things full tilt before I have a chance to analyze potential pitfalls and avoid them. taimdalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14470540564598882375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512050174377678428.post-37936530953319061542014-06-22T14:13:02.360-05:002014-06-22T14:13:02.360-05:00I'm a Watson,not a daring, fiercely independen...I'm a Watson,not a daring, fiercely independent <br />man of action like Holmes -- additionally, BOTH <br />my shoulder & my leg hurt...<br /><br />I'm more spectator than protagonist;<br />more raconteur than adventurer, plus <br />I own a bull pup although it suffers from the mange...<br /><br />I have had experience of women which extends over<br />many counties and three separate aldermanic districts.<br /><br />And for the life of me, I can't find my checkbook.<br /><br /><br />RonKritter/Milwaukee/rkritter@gmail.com<br /><br /><br /><br />ronald.kritterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09422417688206926746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512050174377678428.post-348036719998533082014-06-22T01:46:31.326-05:002014-06-22T01:46:31.326-05:00I never told you how I met Sherlock, did I? I had ...I never told you how I met Sherlock, did I? I had a fleeting glimpse of him in my early youth when I read a few stories about him (abbreviated/translated) that left me with no real impression whatsoever. So I forgot about him. <br /><br />Then, one late Sunday night, I sat on my sofa, bored, switching channels on the TV and suddenly landed in a taxi. Said taxi came to a stop and the cabbie proceeded to take his passenger into a house at gunpoint. As soon as he had produced his weapon, the passenger and I both said, 'Dull.' (Of course we said it in German, 'Langweilig.') I had my finger on the remote, ready to click away, but at that I stayed and followed their story. I was hooked.<br /><br />So, yeah, I'm a Sherlock. I can totally understand him. I spent the first thirty years of my life complaining, 'I'm surrounded by idiots!' (now I mostly think it, but it's still true). I can understand not caring about the victims of the crimes he solves - even recommend it - because what use would it be? Better to concentrate on the facts. If you need someone to commiserate with you, go to your friends or see a counsellor. Scaring a witness into giving her statement? Of course. Time is of the essence here, abducted children and so on.<br /><br />Where we deviate is in the heart. I'm far colder than he is. The rooftop scene would have gone totally different with me as I wouldn't jump to my death for my friends (though an air cushion would be worth consideration). Which is probably why the sudden outburst of emotion in S3 so irritated me. Not my area, can't follow.<br /><br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04066417080920042579noreply@blogger.com