My Sketchbook had been collecting dust for a while, thought Iād take a few Sharpies and sketch everyoneās favorite consulting detective. :D Wanna Print? :) Ā http://www.redbubble.com/people/geekychick/works/25282720-sherlock

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@geekychristine
My Sketchbook had been collecting dust for a while, thought Iād take a few Sharpies and sketch everyoneās favorite consulting detective. :D Wanna Print? :) Ā http://www.redbubble.com/people/geekychick/works/25282720-sherlock
My latest track, āMollyā is now up on Bandcamp if anyone would like to purchase it. I appreciate your support! Iām looking to write more Sherlock songs in the near future. ^_^
A song for Molly Hooper
Youāre the Greatest Mind That Iāve ever known The sharpest eyes Yet blind and alone Beneath that gaze Not a clue goes unmissed But they see right through me As if I donāt exist
Tell me -- Can I make A mark on your reverie? Do I matter at all? Iāll be here If ever you need me Anything at all
Anythingā¦
Youāre a mystery to me Just as I am to you How can such a Brilliant Mind Be the Darkest of Hues? My affections confound you Always have from the start Because some truths can only Be detected by the heart
And you say -- That I See But Iām not Observing I see more than you know I perceive The darkness inside you That you try not to show Can I make A mark on your reverie? Do I matter at all? Iāll be here If ever you need me Anything at all
Anythingā¦
Do I make A mark on your reverie? Do I matter at all? Here I sit On a shelf in your memories Waiting for you to call You pretend Youāre immune to emotion And you swallow your pain But Iām here If ever you need me Just call out my name
For Anythingā¦
https://soundcloud.com/geekychristine/leave-no-limb-unbroken
https://soundcloud.com/geekychristine/love-is-a-symphony
Christmas Day, of course. :')
https://soundcloud.com/geekychristine/phantom-of-the-opera-cover
Itās Time To Play: Ad Agency Bingo
Working at an ad agency is hard work. Not hard work the way that āworking on a construction siteā or pretty much any other job in the world is actual hard workā Itās hard work in the sense that you sometimes have to work long hours on free computers in well lit, temperature controlled rooms. Still, people in the advertising industry face a significant challenge that people with blue-collar jobs donāt faceā tolerating the obnoxious nomenclature and set of insider rituals accepted as industry commonplace. If you work at an ad agency, youāre probably well familiar with the jargon that gets thrown around the office.
So why not have some fun with it at work today? Youāre invited to play:
Anyone can play! Just print out this bingo board, leave it on your desk, and bubble in each instance as it occurs. Here are the prizes:
If you get a straight line,Ā you can take it to your boss and ask that he promote you. Art Directors can become Senior Art Directors. Junior Copywriters will become Senior Junior Copywriters. etc.
If you get a diagonal line,Ā you get to raid the office supply closet, Supermarket Sweep-style.
If your coworker gets a straight line,Ā but you contributed by saying one of the things that helps them fill out one of the squares, you can scan their filled out sheet and put it in your portfolio as a project you worked on.
If you give the sheet to an intern to and they get a straight line,Ā you can take credit for it as long as you write them a nice LinkedIn recommendation on their last day.
If you fill in a couple of the bubbles then get bored,Ā fuck it, itās 11:27. Lunch time.Ā
So, so true. Thinking of making a related Bingo sheet for work... ;)
https://soundcloud.com/geekychristine/flower-girl
https://soundcloud.com/geekychristine/i-want-to-believe-the-x-files
mulder can literally pick up the phone likeĀ āhello scullyā and scully will STILL 100% OF THE TIME SAYĀ āmulder its meā
Hahahahahahhaa. Yes.
Broadchurch vs Gracepoint, and why TV Ratings Suck
I finished Broadchurch. And I'm excited for Season 2. Though I have no idea where they're going with it. Diehard Broadchurch-only fans are probably going to lynch me for this but comparing the two, IMHO, Gracepoint was still slightly better. Look, I know, most British shows that get brought to America get stupid despite landing bigger budgets. And that's because our networks don't really care about good content. It just better be worth the advertising, or it gets nixed. The original creators usually have little or no control. Gracepoint was different. It was almost identical (which is a good and bad thing). But the changes that happened made for a much, much more complex and interesting ending. They added to it without it feeling inflated, made it a little more conflicted, more detailed, and more dramatic. The endings made all the difference -- Gracepoint begged for another season. Broadchurch did not. It was satisfyingly wrapped-up. *Gets on Soapbox* And yes, I'm pissed that Fox killed another series I liked prematurely because they still rely on faulty, inaccurate, and archaic viewing metrics like Nielsen ratings for their business decisions. And yet American Idol is in it's 14th season. What's that, D.I. Hardy?
I know, right?! Live television ratings should be judged by something more accurate, modern, timely, and widely available to everyone, not just a select group of households. Say, I dunno, Social Media? #getaclueĀ #welcometothe21stcentury Look at what Doctor Who did this past season: they created a website for people to visit during the commercials, http://whoknowswho.tv. It was a trivia game, you had to sign on with Facebook, and it was "unlocked" during the commercials. BRILLIANT marketing and measuring tactic! Keeps viewers engaged with your brand, measures real-time data, it's more accurate, and allows for you to follow up with some marketing later.
One of my all-time favorite bands, Anberlin, decided to part ways after 12 years making music together. Last night was their final show together as a band. It's true what they say -- you don't realize how much you loved something until it's taken from you. They've written so many songs for us, I wanted to return the favor and say goodbye in my own way. Goodbye Anberlin, and thank you for all the memories and inspiration. This chapter in our lives has closed, and I look forward to what the next will bring. Love, Christine <3 Song Available on Bandcamp
Got to see one of my all-time favorite bands, Anberlin, perform in Philly for the last time(s) on Tuesday November 11th, and then again that Saturday at the TLA. I've seen them perform at least 10 times over the years, and they never, ever disappointed. Hearing "Unwinding Cable Car" for the first time was a major catalyst to my picking up guitar in the first place. After the show on Tuesday night, I decided to stick around to say hello to the guys and get some photos. I didn't have anything for them to sign that night, but promised I'd bring something on Saturday (my Tele, of course). Alas, my phone died before I could catch Stephen. It was getting late, and I had to get up early for work the next morning, but ... ah, what the hell. It was a beautiful night, it's South Street, and I was starving and thirsty from all that cardio during the concert. (Still not sure why MyFitnessPal doesn't recognize "Anberlin Concert" as a valid form of exercise.) So I stopped in to the nearest bar, Copabanana. Not long after I ordered, two seats down from me sat a man with fantastic hair and impeccable fashion sense, chatting with a friend. It was Stephen Christian. Now, I'm not the kind of person who gets star-struck. I've never been impressed with fame and celebrity -- even as an avid fan, they're just normal people, and I regard them as such. But I've wanted to meet Stephen for years, and just never had the chance. And now with Anberlin disbanding, this was as good a chance as I'd ever get.
So, what did I do? I bought him a drink. I gave him a friendly wave when the bartender pointed me out to him, but I didn't leave my seat. I figured he had enough fan-bombardment for one day, and he was with a friend. Besides, I was a little preoccupied looking for an outlet to charge my phone. After some time I looked up and noticed he was gone, and decided to close my tab and head home myself, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. There he was, all cool-looking and friendly, and a big smile on his face to say hello before he left. Suddenly it was like my brain went paralyzed. All the things I've wanted to say disappeared completely.
He thanked me for the drink, I said no problem, and that the show was outstanding as always, and couldn't wait to do it all again one last time on Saturday. I wanted to give him a hug, but I was sweaty and gross, he just stood there smiling, and I knew he had to go. I wished him a safe trip and we parted with a "See ya Saturday". I was practically floating all the way home. :) The temperature dropped dramatically in Philly that Saturday, but I knew that when the show let out, I'd be tired, sore and drenched in sweat once again. I still don't think it hit me yet, that this was the last time I'd dance along with them, the band that wrote the soundtrack to the last decade of my life. Of all the times I've seen them live, I think this was the sweetest. After the show I waited again, this time with my Telecaster and a silver Sharpie. It had only been a few days, but I didn't expect any of them to remember me. Christian complimented my guitar, giving me clear written instruction on where the shredding should be conducted. :D And to my surprise, Stephen smiled and said "Thanks again for the kind gesture the other night, that was very nice of you."
My fingers were numb and freezing from holding the guitar, but his comment just warmed my heart. It's really nice to be remembered when they see hundreds of faces all the time. I'm just one of millions of fans.
Thanks again for everything, Anberlin. I'll think of you every time I play.
Lyrics ====================== - Verse 1 - Terrified By voices in the night Iām so afraid Nobody ever returns Could it be Could it all be true? I made a wish And you came just when I called - Prechorus - You looked at me and smiled Said everything is fine Though I know you lied I still took your hand (And thatās why I am) - Chorus - Sitting on my suitcase Staring into Outer Space Waiting for a strange man in a blue box to carry me away I can wait here all night I know itās gonna be alright This time is different I know because He said heās gonna be back soon - Verse 2 - Wondering If it was all a dream The years went by Still I canāt forget that night They say Iām crazy In not so many words But they donāt know Deep down I still believe - Prechorus - The way you made me smile And I know itās been a while How can I try to make them understand? My Raggedy Man - Chorus - I'm sitting on my suitcase I'm staring into Outer Space Waiting for a strange man in a blue box to carry me away I can wait here all night I know itās gonna be alright This time is different I know because He said heās gonna be back soon - Bridge - Well, maybe theyāre right How many nights I've cried Waiting for the friend who never came Itās time I moved on Iāve got to be strong Until one day You called my name (Just like the night when I was) - Chorus - Sitting on my suitcase Staring into Outer Space Waiting for a strange man in a blue box to carry me away I waited all my life I know itās gonna be alright This time was different I know because He came back for me
Waiting ...
New Song in Progress!! Yay! This one's for Amy Pond, The Girl Who Waited.
And the song is called, uh ... "Waiting". :/
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