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“What is it like in your funny little brains. It must be so boring.”

If you’re reading this tonight, Sunday night October 24, you still have time to get to your TV and set your DVR for this show: Sherlock on PBS.

Masterpiece Mystery: Sherlock (trailer)

And if you are reading this Monday or later and missed it, you can catch one of the many repeats. Which you’ll want to do, so you’re set for the next two Sundays, when episodes 2 and 3 are broadcast. Or in the worst case, preorder the DVDs.

This new Sherlock series is amazing. It was produced by the BBC and broadcast over the summer in Britain. I watched it via (illegal) YouTube uploads, 15 minutes to a segment, the moment they were available. Clever, fast-paced, funny, suspenseful, high-stakes, beautifully shot and edited, with characters that you like instantly and care about.

My friend Christina, who clued me in before the BBC’s original broadcast so I’d be on the lookout for it on the Internets, described Benedict Cumberbatch’s Sherlock Holmes as the “adorable bastard child of Doctor Who and Sheldon from Big Bang Theory.” This is just about right, assuming that child had been raised by Gregory House.

Please watch and tell me what you think of the show. Then let’s all band together to get the BBC and PBS to show future episodes in a much more timely manner. Three months’ delay is far too a wait for great television.

Visiting the Land of Make-Believe

Visiting the Land of Make-Believe

Visiting the Land of Make-Believe, originally uploaded by cynthiacloskey.
 

UPDATE 3/20/2008: Today is "Won’t You Wear a Sweater?" Day. Let’s make the most of this beautiful day!
 

Andrew Stockey wrote a nice "happy birthday" message to Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood, which today is 40 years old.

I mentioned this to my brother, who asked if I remembered the first episode. And then laughed.

But I may well have seen the first episode. At the least, I must have started watching early on.

The photo above is of me and my sister Laura dressing up like King Friday and Queen Sara. (I am King Friday because I’m bigger. This never seemed strange.) We’re standing in the kitchen of our house in Exton, PA, and it’s November or December of 1969.

Incidentally, the blanket Laura is wearing was a permanent fixture, like Linus’s blanket in the Peanuts comics. I have resorted to robing myself in a common afghan.

So clearly we were fans of the show within the first two years of its launch. Oh, we loved it. I was particularly fond of X the Owl, because even as a tot I was an insufferable know-it-all. I found Lady Elaine Fairchild kind of creepy.

Needless to say, I had no idea when we moved to the Pittsburgh area that we had moved closer to the actual Mister Rogers. I spent the first few years thinking that we had moved into a house that had previously been owned by a butler.

But back to my point: How lucky we were to have grown up with Mister Rogers! Happy birthday to the show, and many thanks to The Public Broadcasting System and WQED.