blnkA Strange Meeting
I don't know how I'm meant to be writing this. I'm not a writer. Ella thought keeping a blog would help but it hasn't because nothing ever happens to me. But today, something did. Something happened.I was walking in the park and I bumped into Mike Stamford. We were sort of mates when we were students. We got coffee and I mentioned that I wanted to move. He said he knew of someone in a similar situation. So we went to Barts and he introduced us.Except, he didn't. He didn't introduce us. The man knew who I was. Somehow he knew everything about me. He knew I'd served in Afghanistan and he knew I'd been invalided. He said my wound was psychosomatic so he didn't get everything right but he even knew why I was there, despite the fact that Mike hadn't told him.I googled him when I got back to the flat and found a link to his website The Science of Deduction.It's mad. I think he might be mad. He was certainly arrogant and really quite rude and he looks about 12 and he's clearly a bit public school and, yes, I definitely think he might be mad but he was also strangely likeable. He was charming. It really was all just a bit strange.So tomorrow, we're off to look at a flat. Me and the madman. Me and Sherlock Holmes.
blnkMy New Flatmate
So, last night I went to look at the flat. It's pretty decent actually. Sherlock had already moved in so it was a bit of a mess but that 's actually a nice change from where I was before.And the madman himself? He's fascinating. Arrogant, imperious, pompous. He's not safe, I know that much. I'm not going to be bored and I doubt we're going to be arguing about whose turn it is to pay the gas bill or what we're going to watch on the telly. And yeah, he is probably most likely definitely mad. But, he knows a couple of nice restaurants so he's not all bad.So yes, we had a quick look at the flat and chatted to the landlady. Then the police came and asked Sherlock to look at a body so we went along to a crime scene, then we chased through the streets of London after a killer and Sherlock solved the serial suicides/murder thing.And then we went to this great Chinese restaurant where my fortune cookie said 'There is nothing new under the sun. It has all been done before. ' After the night I'd had, I beg to differ.
blnkAbout The Carrd Maker
Now that it's the time to write this, I realise I don't exactly know how to talk about myself in a proper way, and not simplified information like for a Rentry page.My name is Tony and my last name is Playstation. My middle names are Sony and Pony. My birthday is August 31st 2006, so my age depends on when this is being viewed. I'm a guy, and I'm gay and sapiosexual. I'm an ENTP, and yes that means I stole my name from Tony Stark, and yes tying back into the sapiosexual thing it does mean that unfortunately every fictional crush I have is an INTJ. SOS!I have many great friends (Hi Ella, Andy, Khad, Mio, Rose, and Aaron.) who make great art, which can be viewed on their individual Twitter pages. They're all great artists, writers, creators overall, and great therapists in the cases of some! (Hi Rose, again!)My most important interest in the world is Sherlock, as well as my OC story Ephemeron. Other than that, I also love Pokémon; you can see my favourite Pokémon team in My photos. I also really enjoy Yū☆Yū☆Hakusho, the manga and the anime, and the Warcraft franchise.I'm an artist, and I'd say I'm a hobbyist because it's not my job, but I put a lot of effort and time into it. I study furniture and interior design, meaning I both design the making of furniture and interior design and also make physical prototypes of furniture occasionally. It's not what I plan to pursue as a job, I'd rather delve into character concept design, (or being a detective of sorts in a perfect, imaginary world), but who knows what the future holds. Other than drawing, I write OC stories and stuff sometimes, but I'm no writer. I also play games, try out trying to code a website every so often then rage-quit, and I sit around contemplating making my own blog like the one this carrd is based on, but far less interesting... Unless I get a utter madman Sherlock Holmes in my life, until he kills himself and is dead for two years. Who knows! Maybe I'll blog it! ;)
