"Sherlock Holmes" - I'm torn.

We saw "Sherlock Holmes" yesterday. OK. I will confess. I would like to be licking Robert Downey Jr. right now.



I would like to lick him regularly and often. I'm also a fan of Mark Strong, the creepier of the two gentleman seen here. I loved him as Mr. Knightley in "Emma" too.



And I really enjoyed the movie. I really did. It was a great action comedy, set in Victorian London, about two mercenaries who solve crimes using methods juuuuust outside the limits of the law, who find themselves up against a Freemasonesque group of mystics who want to take over the world. It was full of action, lots of chase scenes, a large French-speaking personage who wanted very badly to damage the good guys, and a beautiful woman in men's clothing. All the elements were there for a good old time at the movies. The only problem I had was with the title. It wasn't Sherlock Holmes. Not even a little bit. If a bunch of video-game designers got together with a bunch of cheesy sitcom writers and decided to make a Sherlock Holmes movie, this is what it would come out like. They basically borrowed the names of all the principal characters and did whatever they liked with them. I can't get behind that. Oh, and guys? Sherlock Holmes was NOT in love with Irene Adler. He just hated her less than all other women, because she was as smart as he was. That's all.

The flu makes me blog

Among other things.

I have the flu. It is a bad flu. Everything hurts, even my lips. And somehow I have to get myself presentable enough to go to Walmart, which may seem like a contradiction to some, given the menagerie of Moreau victims you generally find at any given Walmart, but if you could see what I look like right now, you'd agree that something needs to be done about me. So I'm going to take a shower and hope the shampoo doesn't hurt.

One of my hedgehogs gave birth to SEVEN FREAKING BABIES the other day, ZOMG! That's a Hedgie Mama record! Another little girl is ready to pop any second now.

The Assistant From Hell is still employed, despite numerous outbursts, slammed doors, demons invoked upon the souls of everyone in management from the depths of the toilet in the third stall of the ladies' room, etc. BUT, she has been given an Official Final Written Warning. ONE more episode, ONE more day of excessive cell-phone time while she's on the clock, ONE more day of me having to correct 50% of what she does for a living, and she's toast. It's only a matter of time. She can't hold out.