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My wife is obsessed with the BCC Sherlock series. She posts on boards just like this.

Some nights she rambles for a half hour at me about how Benedict Cumberbatch has twittered about the change of wallpaper on the Baker Street flat.

But then I get to discuss the merits of the Robin Lopez acquisition and how it relates to Portland's likely improvement in interior defense. We each have completely fake nerdgasms in response to each others' completely pathetic passions.

"Wow! Paisley wallpaper--you don't say! Is it still going to have that spray painted smiley face on it? Which episode was that painted on anyway!?"

Her eyes light up that I've remembered such an Important Detail. I then smile eagerly while she yammers for 10 minutes about whatever the fuck.

The whole time I'm smiling I'm thinking about how our bigs are no longer going to jump out on the pick and roll, and how that benefits Lopez, but also may work really well for Freeland. When she starts tapering off, I start planning on the segue, such as, "Speaking of outstanding British men, Joel Freeland has really had a great preseason. In fact..." About 10 minutes in she'll throw me a bone. "It's really nice to hear Joel has turned it around." That keeps me going for another 10. If I bothered to look, I'm sure I'd see the wheels turn in her head about how there's an excellent segue between the pick and roll and how Watson's friend picked Sherlock of all people to roll into the same flat together in that pivotal first episode.

My wife and I are soul mates not because we are remotely interested in the same things, but because we are so interested in each other that we are willing to completely cater to the loser side of our personalities. I'm pretty ok with that.
 
My wife is obsessed with the BCC Sherlock series. She posts on boards just like this.

Some nights she rambles for a half hour at me about how Benedict Cumberbatch has twittered about the change of wallpaper on the Baker Street flat.

But then I get to discuss the merits of the Robin Lopez acquisition and how it relates to Portland's likely improvement in interior defense. We each have completely fake nerdgasms in response to each others' completely pathetic passions.

"Wow! Paisley wallpaper--you don't say! Is it still going to have that spray painted smiley face on it? Which episode was that painted on anyway!?"

Her eyes light up that I've remembered such an Important Detail. I then smile eagerly while she yammers for 10 minutes about whatever the fuck.

The whole time I'm smiling I'm thinking about how our bigs are no longer going to jump out on the pick and roll, and how that benefits Lopez, but also may work really well for Freeland. When she starts tapering off, I start planning on the segue, such as, "Speaking of outstanding British men, Joel Freeland has really had a great preseason. In fact..." About 10 minutes in she'll throw me a bone. "It's really nice to hear Joel has turned it around." That keeps me going for another 10. If I bothered to look, I'm sure I'd see the wheels turn in her head about how there's an excellent segue between the pick and roll and how Watson's friend picked Sherlock of all people to roll into the same flat together in that pivotal first episode.

My wife and I are soul mates not because we are remotely interested in the same things, but because we are so interested in each other that we are willing to completely cater to the loser side of our personalities. I'm pretty ok with that.

That show kicks ass. Tell her she can come on here and talk about Sherlock.... but there's not much to talk about. There's only.... what.... six episodes ever?
 
That show kicks ass. Tell her she can come on here and talk about Sherlock.... but there's not much to talk about. There's only.... what.... six episodes ever?

Dude, I've made this point many, many times. She has also pointed out that the Blazers haven't been relevant since 2001 or so, and with 82 games isn't it kind of weird to get obsessed over one or two wins or losses?

She is of course completely wrong, but I humor her. And believe me, she ALWAYS has something to talk about. Even when there's obviously nothing at all to talk about.
 
My wife and I watched them all on our vacation. For a Holmes nerd like me they're kind of fun. Especially the way they'll twist up the actual stories and merge them together.

My wife is very much a visual learner/appreciator, so she loves seeing visually how it all plays out.
 
Dude, I've made this point many, many times. She has also pointed out that the Blazers haven't been relevant since 2001 or so, and with 82 games isn't it kind of weird to get obsessed over one or two wins or losses?

She is of course completely wrong, but I humor her. And believe me, she ALWAYS has something to talk about. Even when there's obviously nothing at all to talk about.

I take it she's English? Can you ask her why the English folk smother their good in gravy and mint sauce?
 
Dude, I've made this point many, many times. She has also pointed out that the Blazers haven't been relevant since 2001 or so, and with 82 games isn't it kind of weird to get obsessed over one or two wins or losses?

She is of course completely wrong, but I humor her. And believe me, she ALWAYS has something to talk about. Even when there's obviously nothing at all to talk about.

Yeah but the Blazers at least have new developments all the time, with free agency, the draft, preseason, regular season, etc.

There's just so little to actually talk about when looking at Sherlock. :dunno:

Does she like Dr. Who?
 
Basil Rathbone was the greatest Sherlock Holmes ever.
 
I take it she's English? Can you ask her why the English folk smother their good in gravy and mint sauce?

She's in England right now with my boys (we're moving there, and she's gone ahead of me for logistical reasons.) But I'm sure she'd ask in reply, "Why do you smother your food in high fructose corn syrup?"

Incidentally, I think you are more likely to see fish and chips smothered in curry sauce than gravy or mint sauce. And that shit is fucking amazing.
 
That is awesome, man. You lined up a segue for me.

I used to type the rosters of all 17 teams and fit it onto 1 side of a piece of typing paper. I did it about 3 times during the season to update changes. I'd show it proudly to my friend.

When Baskerville appeared, we made every Sherlock Holmes joke you can think of, throughout the season. How can I ever forget that a Baskerville played.
 
She's in England right now with my boys (we're moving there, and she's gone ahead of me for logistical reasons.) But I'm sure she'd ask in reply, "Why do you smother your food in high fructose corn syrup?"

Incidentally, I think you are more likely to see fish and chips smothered in curry sauce than gravy or mint sauce. And that shit is fucking amazing.

I only say it because I lived with a family there for 3 months. It seemed my dinners, I know they call it something else like supper or tea or some shit. Anyway, back to my experience...

My plate consisted of 1 really well done piece of meat, most likely lamb, two different style potatoes, brussel sprouts and a shit ton of gravy poured on top. Of course there was the mint sauce off to the side and a cup of tea with cream and sugar to compliment my meal.
 
Yeah but the Blazers at least have new developments all the time, with free agency, the draft, preseason, regular season, etc.

There's just so little to actually talk about when looking at Sherlock. :dunno:

I have pointed this out a few times. It goes over poorly. There are always rumors of what the cast are doing, what they are planning for next season, who might guest on it, and, jesus, I don't know. A lot of boring shit.

But really, to an outsider how interesting is it that we drafted CJ McCollum? Do you often think back to the draft where we chose Ruben Boumtje Boumtje, or Sebastian Telfair? No, because in the big picture that shit is pretty uninteresting unless you are actually a ridiculous fan of the team, and even then only if it's happening right now.

Asking her to understand that free agent acquisitions are actual news and is actually interesting is like talking to my dog and trying to understand when she tells me that gnawing on her own ass is actually a pretty productive use of her time. It's interesting if it's your deal, but not really if it ain't.
 
Copied my wife on this. She points out:

I think I like your friend Natebishop3, but remind him that while there are only 6 episodes they're the quality and length of 6 movies. I suspect there is far more yammering about Lord of the Rings (the movies), which have only 18 minutes more running time than this show (so far).
 
Yeah, but that yammering is about how much Peter Jackson deserves to fry in a batch of burning sulfur for the eternity of whatever afterlife he falls into.
 
Copied my wife on this. She points out:

I think I like your friend Natebishop3, but remind him that while there are only 6 episodes they're the quality and length of 6 movies. I suspect there is far more yammering about Lord of the Rings (the movies), which have only 18 minutes more running time than this show (so far).

Did your wife have any thoughts on Basil Rathbone?
 
I only say it because I lived with a family there for 3 months. It seemed my dinners, I know they call it something else like supper or tea or some shit. Anyway, back to my experience...

My plate consisted of 1 really well done piece of meat, most likely lamb, two different style potatoes, brussel sprouts and a shit ton of gravy poured on top. Of course there was the mint sauce off to the side and a cup of tea with cream and sugar to compliment my meal.

Ah, I dig. I have noticed that some English cooks tend to overcook meat. Not really in restaurants, but homemade types of meals. I don't know where that comes from--maybe a post WWII tradition that comes from eating your own shoe leather or something.

You are dead on about the sprouts, spuds, gravy and tea. I actually really like English cooking, but it's not a completely inaccurate characterization.

I love lamb, btw. That shit is fucking tasty. I don't know why Americans don't take advantage of it--so much more flavor than beef or chicken.
 
Lonely, probably

Looking for reassurance, most likely

Introverted serial killer type, some of you

Loses, nah
 
Ah, I dig. I have noticed that some English cooks tend to overcook meat. Not really in restaurants, but homemade types of meals. I don't know where that comes from--maybe a post WWII tradition that comes from eating your own shoe leather or something.

You are dead on about the sprouts, spuds, gravy and tea. I actually really like English cooking, but it's not a completely inaccurate characterization.

I love lamb, btw. That shit is fucking tasty. I don't know why Americans don't take advantage of it--so much more flavor than beef or chicken.

Oh don't get me wrong, I fucking love lamb! I love when it's cooked with rosemary and spuds. And other than the meat being over cooked, I actually loved the dish!

It's just weird that it was prepared almost every night. You would think they would switch shit up a bit
 
I used to type the rosters of all 17 teams and fit it onto 1 side of a piece of typing paper. I did it about 3 times during the season to update changes. I'd show it proudly to my friend.

Damn. That's some serious obsession there. How far back did the NBA have 17 teams?
 
This is completely off topic, which I guess has been for a while anyway, but whenever she brings up Baker Street I'll smile and nod and let this entire song go through my head. I sometimes will let the guitar solo play twice, because it's awesome and my head bobs in an approving manner that she likes:

[video=youtube;Fo6aKnRnBxM]
 
Damn. That's some serious obsession there. How far back did the NBA have 17 teams?

the years between the Blazers/Braves/Cavs coming into the league and the ABA expansion, iirc.
 
Man. You get separated from your wife and kids for a week, gone to England, and she's all you can talk about.

It sucks to be me! You wanna hear about my ex-wife?

How can I STAND to be around all these losers?
 
Man. You get separated from your wife and kids for a week, gone to England, and she's all you can talk about.

You are not the first to have pointed this out. I went on a hunting trip and we all got really hammered after getting back to camp. One of my buddies finally shouted, "Dude, can you shut the fuck up about your wife? We get it already. You love her. Now shut the fuck up." I hadn't seen her in 3 days. lol.
 

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