Clarifications!!!!

You wouldn't believe what I found at the tea-table this morning.

A list. By Watson. About ME. Yikes, I thought I am living with a good doctor, not a bloody damn stalker! Should I put revolver under my pillow or contact the Yard that I have bloody Mr. Hyde here?

So, well, I jolt it down for you all to read and I will give you my PERSONAL opinions (in italic) about this. HAH.

SHERLOCK HOLMES -- his limits.

Oh, I will tell you what my LIMITS are awrite.

1. Knowledge of Literature. -- Nil.
   EXCUSE ME? I quoted Goethe for bloody sake!


2. Philosophy. -- Nil.
   Hey hey hey, I could tell you a thing or two about this...


3. Astronomy. -- Nil.
   Okay, that Solar thingamajik quite explained everything.


4. Politics. -- Feeble.
   I'll let Mycroft do the job regarding politics.


5. Botany. -- Variable. Well up in belladonna, opium, and poisons generally. Knows nothing of practical gardening.
   Because I haven't see any cases that connected to practical gardening, that's why.


6. Geology. -- Practical, but limited. Tells at a glance different soils from each other. After walks has shown me splashes upon his trousers, and told me by their colour and consistence in what part of London he had received them.
   And don't tell me that you weren't amazed at that time.


7. Chemistry. -- Profound.
   HAH!


8. Anatomy. -- Accurate, but unsystematic.
   The reason why I beat those cadavers at dissecting-room was because I wanted to see how far bruises could be produced after death...


9. Sensational Literature. -- Immense. He appears to know every detail of every horror perpetrated in the century.
   Hey, that's my expertise.


10. Plays the violin well.
    I could play Tchaikovsky. Care to listen?


11. Is an expert singlestick player, boxer, and swordsman.
    Which stated that don't mess with me you twit.


12. Has a good practical knowledge of British law.
    Of course!

It should be confirmed formally that I am a detective. A dead serious one.

A lady arrived at 221B. Asked me to solve a case about her missing poodle.

May I put a huge sign in front that says 'THIS IS NOT DOG POUND'?

I swear that I saw Watson nearly choked his tea and tried to hide his laugh. Too late man, I saw it. Yes, I saw it.

Don't you ask me who hide all your LEFT shoes tomorrow. Yes, all your LEFT shoes. You will be pwnd, n00b.

Attempt to memorize Solar System

Since I didn't want to be called as lazy bastard.

Sun, Mercury, Venus, Earth...

Earth...

Earth...

Um, Earth?

Oh okay, Mars.

Sun, Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars...

Earth?

Alright, I give up. Thanks. Give me that case about crippled old gentleman, not this Solar whatchacallit. Best appreciated.

Don't talk about Copernicus, please.

Apparently Watson pretty much shocked when I told him that I didn't care about the Solar System.

Aw, man, please, that kind of thing so Junior High! Wait. Nope. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL.

Yes yes, I remembered my Science teacher (that maniac killer perfectionist old hag) that practically told us everything about this whole universe and now, looking at my current job, did it do any good? Nil. Nada. Zip.

Unless you have job vacancy for me at Saturn, that would be going into my further consideration to at least memorize the Solar System.

RTFM

Which one is worse; got a visit from Lestrade/Gregson or your computer crashed?

I corrected myself: Which one is worse; got a visit from Lestrade/Gregson (or BOTH. God forbids...) or your computer crashed AND YOU ARE ALL ALONE?

This morning I logged into the computer as usual after breakfast. Watson woke up not so long after I finished my breakfast and after that he went off to do some medical practices. He just started his practices after a long rest post-war situation. Bless him, that good guy.

So, anyway, I logged into the computer. Everything went all right when I tried to go into the Internet. THEN, all of sudden, the computer hung up! THEN IT CRASHED. I saw that blue screen of DEATH.

And worse, NO WATSON AROUND.

I should tell you this; I am green in this kind of thing. Watson is the man if we are talking about computer. Heck, even it was him who installed the OS here.

Mrs. Hudson came into the rescue. When the shenanigans happened, she was in the room - cleaning the dishes. She asked me what happened and after I explained everything to her, she took a book from the tea-table and gave it to me. The manual book.

Oookaaay, so I spend one hour to read the book and figured everything out.

I think I should ask Watson to write some instructions to me regarding this matter. Just in case if he's not around while the Hell happened here in 221B.

...

After several thoughts, I think the better condition would be when the computer crashed. At least it's a computer. Not Lestrade. Nor Gregson.

DARN!

Lestrade's here!

With his oily hair!

Dead. Tired.

I'm so tired!

Mental note for myself, I should contact my brother earlier about my belongings so I could put some of my stuffs over his place. I keep asked myself, "where all these stuffs come from?" when I saw my bookstacks and piles of papers.

I've send a telegram to Yard, informed them that I moved my place so then they could visit me anytime whenever my service is needed.

... Although I hope that they will not send Lestrade or Gregson over.

221B! Finally!

Sometimes this technological issue could become a hassle for one's life.

After arranged everything with Dr. Watson, he and I started to move our belongings to our new lodging. I found the landlady, Mrs. Hudson, as a very nice lady. I hope that she wouldn't mind for some visits from my clients. When we arrived, she served us Earl Grey tea which I found as the nicest cup of tea. I should remind myself that my stock of tea nearly finished. Should go to the store to buy it then, hmmm...

Everything went well actually unless this connection which put me in dismay. I should contact the ISP several times before they could send somebody up here to install the connection. Talk about the 'great' customer service could be. Meh.

Dr. Watson installed IM software and I add my account into it. I add several people at Yard so then they could contact me whenever necessary.

Unless this Lestrade guy... I am going invisible in front of him :P

Off for now then. Should install several softwares and my books over there still need to be maintained.

Quick Update

I should inform you that currently I already got a gentleman to share my flat with. His name is Dr. John H. Watson (anybody know this guy?) Thank you for your kind responses, really appreciate it :)

Anyway, I would like to tell you about some fun things that happened when I met this Dr. Watson. Well, finally I solve the chemical problem (that hoemoglobin stuffs...) when Stamford and this Watson dude came into the laboratory.

Stamford introduced us both and I took a quick glance at Dr. Watson.

Well, I got this ability as 'quick conclusion' where I could tell people about their background and life. When I saw Dr. Watson entered the room, I already sensed some military air and I saw him heavily tanned. Well, for sure he has been in some tropical place. I also saw the way he gestured himself which, I could say, a little bit injured. Where on Earth you could find a military doctor that just got back from his tropical 'paradise' and got injured? Afghanistan.

Well, of course there are lots of tropical place around the world, but if I could say about one thing that becoming Greek Hell currently, Afghanistan it is.

I mentioned that he has been from Afghanistan and he has this aghast expression (pun intended.) Priceless :D

First entry

Uh, what should I write here?

Good day folks. As you can see, my name is Holmes. Sherlock Holmes. This is my first time using this quite complicated gadget called 'computer' and since my friend Stamford told me a thing about 'blogging', I got interested so then I decided to make my account here.

I'm quite a regular person. Not many interesting things about me. I should say that the interesting part of me is my job actually. I am, I believe, the very first consulting detective. People come to me when they have problem and I give them the solutions. As a matter of fact, sometimes the Yard came to me when they have small, unsolved cases and I'm really glad to help them. Well, actually I couldn't say my own profession as detective only per se, but currently I also working at St. Barts hospital in the chemical laboratory. Such an amusing objects, those chemical stuffs. Very impressive.

Currently I'm living alone by myself and actually I'm looking for somebody to become my companion in sharing a flat that I believe would be quite nice. The address is at Baker Street 221B. I hope that if you read this and you want to share some room (and fee) with me, please be so kind to contact me.

I should off for now. I'm using the hospital's connection and currently I'm working in my project of hoemoglobin. This project has been pretty much pre-occupied my head for some days, those little punks...

Cheerio!