SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Sorry if anyone was expecting email from me; I've been offline in NYC for the last two days. (I was going to be tearing around DC today, but that was before I woke up feeling like death in a microwave. You know how I keep saying that I've found a cure for con crud? Well, I didn't do the routine before ChicagoTARDIS this year, and guess what I brought home as an extra souvenir.)

There was a whole group of us; maureen_the_mad (who got all our tickets); fandance (who got us our hotel); boogiebabe_smap and most importantly, shawan_7, whose idea it had been in the first place. We hit some Christmas markets and did the Christmas window tour, but the main event was a one-man show.

Excuse me while I turn back into a 12-year-old for a moment:

OMG, HUGH JACKMAN!!!eleventy1!! SQUEEEEEEEE!!! *kermit flail*

Best. Show. Ever. "Back on Brodway" wasn't truly a one-man show; he had a full band onstage and a set of backup dancers and he interacted often with them and with people he pulled out of the audience. In many ways, it was a rennfaire show writ large and sparkly, the way he responded to and ordered the audience around. "You with the glowsticks! Wave! Okay, Mezzanine, start snapping your fingers!" The backup, plus his own boundless energy, made it the world's longest one-man show - topping out at over 2 hours plus intermission - but it seemed to whip by in 20 minutes. He was very generous with his backup crew, constantly asking for a second round of applause and introducing the dancer/singers who were making their Broadway debuts.

It was mostly showtunes, but there were also photos from his work and life (including Flushed Away and what looked like Happy Feet.) My favorite: "This is what Hollywood people see when I talk about going back onstage" and suddenly the Boy from Oz shot had Wolverine's head and arms morphed onto the conga outfit.) "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" as introduced by aboriginal chant and didgeridoo was a bit O.O, but that itself morphed into a pitch for Nomad Two Worlds, a charity Jackman is very invested in.

The very end of the show was a quickie pitch and auction for Broadway Cares, Equity Fights AIDS, in which he sold off the unwashed tank tops he'd worn under his clothes for Act I & Act II (plus autographs and photos backstage) for $10,000 apiece. So it can be honestly said that he did well and did good.

I can't help but wonder though - what would a Hugh Jackman/John Barrowman show be like? Both song-and-dance men who've become famous as action heroes, both shameless performers, and both full of boundless energy - they'd leave a trail of wreckage a mile wide, but it would be a HELL of a show!

Fic Rec Sherlock

I have an entire week of holmesian_news to catch up on, and by the time I do, it'll be another week gone by and more missed newsletters...

Anyway, let me clear the decks of what I've got lying around in the "linkdump" file before I tackle that mountain.

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A Study in Mycroft Answers some interesting questions, such as why Mycroft and Sherlock have such a contentious relationship in the modern version when they seem to get along just fine in canon.

I Haven't Read It, But...
These are long, interesting-looking casefics that I've saved off. TBH, I haven't read them, but they looked worth the effort of having a long afternoon perusing.

The Cornish Horror Anything that has Daunt Draws cover has got to be good. Looks like a modernization of canon with added slash.

The author blended multiple real-life cases for this one: Nearer My God to Thee

For people who want shorter character fic: The half-written letters Sherlock started during his three years dead

And now: Fic, the Unapologetic Crack Edition:
A rewrite of the opening song of Disney's Beauty and the Beast to fit BBC Sherlock

It has been pointed out many times that Sherlock Holmes' deductions sound amazing, but they don't necessarily mean that they're the only interpretation of the facts in evidence. There's a parody book Schlock Holmes to that bend, and now Jumping to Conclusions

Modern Sherlock parody in the theme of Bridget Jones' Diary in three parts, in which Sherlock is as batshit crazy as he is in wordstrings' universe, but a lot funnier.