That was about all I could say when I entered the kasbah earlier this week and saw your big surprise. I know, it’s a pretty lame response given the amazing changes that took place here while the kasbah was in your and Laird’s capable and creative hands. Actually, that WOW should be written in a much bigger font to fully express itself. I would have made it in 72 point font size if I could have figured out how to do that, but I’m still getting used to all the new levers and buttons on the shiny new control panel. But even that would still have fallen way short of the loads of thanks owed to you.
It’s almost enough to make me send you directions to the writing cave just so I can properly thank you.
What I am really trying to say with all of this rambling and nonsensical gibberish is I LOVE what you and Laird have done with the place. (BTW – she says you’re a peach to work with on a project. I think you may have a new career to consider. Just sayin’.)
Also, thanks for your offer to return once again as caretaker of the kasbah. Oh, I know that’s not the moniker you bestow upon yourself each time you’re filling in for me. It’s all o.k. In fact, if you can figure out how to make text into 72 point font, you can call yourself the Font Master. Whatever. It’s all good with me.
I may not have sorted out the font size thing yet, but I did, however, figure out how to insert adorable gif’s like this one:
I know, it’s not a terribly difficult thing to do and no, I don’t go scouring the interwebz for things like this. You know I don’t have time for that. But I couldn’t pass up the chance to try my hand at putting one in here. Blame it on the bold changes to the kasbah for inspiring me to do something new.
I think I’m going to be inspired to do many more things in the kasbah in the coming year. I’ve already been engaged in a few brainstorming sessions this week. Sorry, I can’t reveal what the idea seedlings are yet since they’re not fully formed. I am, however, open to hearing about any real suggestions you may have in lieu of the notes recently left in the kasbah’s suggestion box written in handwriting strangely similar to yours:
“Bedazzler jammed again. Need a new one. Hugs, Crafty McBlingster”
“Disco ball needed for the much-anticipated Salute to Barry White Night. Peace, Mr. Gottadance”
“More tortilla chips and guacamole. Signed, Jose Cuervo”.
All of which begs the question: why was I not informed when there was guacamole in the kasbah? You know how I love the stuff.
You know what else I love? Finishing things, things like letters to classy British actors. But with that .gif of you smiling and laughing up there, I can’t seem to get focused enough to finish composing my letter. It’s… kind of… hypnotic. Is that what a .gif is supposed to do? Lull you into an unproductive trance? Or is it just this particular .gif that is pulling me in with its incapacitating tractor beam? How do people ever get anything done when they’ve been watching these demonic gifts of technology?
Speaking of getting things done, the 12 year-old and I finished reading The Hobbit and then had a most enchanted evening seeing the movie together. Martin was, as you know, absolutely brilliant in it. He was completely perfect for the role of Bilbo Baggins. He is truly an amazing actor at being able to succinctly express so much with a single look, all while wearing large hobbit feet and telling riddles to Gollum.
Don’t tell him I said this, but for a long time Martin has been my Second Favorite Classy British Actor and has been steadily moving up on my highly exclusive list of People I Adore. I’m afraid for him to know all of this because he may want to correspond with me, too, and as much as I would love to chat with him, I really do need to spend as much time as possible on my novel. Send him my good wishes and give him a big hug from me next time you see him, would you?
Thanks again, friend, for all of your hard work here and for holding down the fort while I do another round of word slinging. My resident genius is getting antsy and is threatening to cut me off from the chocolate bourbon pudding if I don’t resume the tapping on the keyboard. Back to the writing cave I go.
*We both know I am not one to have my mind so easily swayed with gifts, but dang it all if it didn’t cross my mind a few hundred times to send those directions. Just sayin’.
*Editor’s note: The views, ideas, and opinions expressed in the Letters from Benedict series are works of fiction and obviously did not come from the actor himself. This series is just my way of expressing adoration for Mr. Cumberbatch and his work and is not intended to be seen or read as a true collaborative writing endeavor with him.