Yay, BAFTA nomination! *fist pump*

I had many, many opportunities to practise my eyerolling over the last few months, as I'm hanging with a crowd where M. Moffat and anyone associated to Sherlock Holmes is best not mentioned, unless one needs more reasons to become a misanthrope. Apparently, separating people from their works is not an option, and apparently, anything anyone ever says can only interpreted in one way, and that is usually the worst way possible (and means you cannot like anything they ever did, because, see above). Why is humanity so ridiculous?