I love Sherlock Holmes. As good as the books.

I've been watching a lot of Sherlock Holmes lately. Not the new one with what's his name, Robert Downey, Jr., but with Jeremy Brett, who is the best ever. He brings such warmth and character to a character who can be so cold and imposing.

I have learned important things about Victorian England, though. First, if you're in Londn in 1860, don't be around a crime. Don't look like someone who could commit a crime. Or look like someone who could know a criminal. Or know someone who could know someone who could know a criminal. If they had a tv crime show it would be Circumstantial Evidence.

Holmes, on the other hand, is like London: CSI. He seems like the forefather of modern forensics. While Holmes is preserving crime scenes and looking for fingerprints and bullet trajectories, the Inspector Lestrade is standing around saying, "See, 'e's prob'ly done in by a brick, right? 'Cause there's blood, see? And there's a brick righ' over there. An' you - oy! Oy! You! You worked with bricks  once, right? Yeah, so 'e prob'ly did it. Go 'rest 'im."

Also, I can't sleep. I get to sleep just fine, but then I wake up at like 4 or 5 in the bloody morning.  And that's  not good when you go to bed at midnight and need 10 hours sleep. Yipes. So damn annoying. I wake up and then can't get back to sleep. I CAN'T SLEEP! Yargh! No one should be up at 4. Birds aren't even up at 4. Insects aren't up at 4. My dog isn't up at 4. No one is up at 4. And yet I am. Bloody hell, man. Bloody hell.