I figure people would ask him for a reblogable so I made one myself
(Source: bootyshock, via psychomath)
Nerdfighter Benedict? Or just failed Vulcan?
As far as I can tell, there are eight possibilities here. (I’ve spent a fair bit of time thinking about this.)
1. Benedict Cumberbatch is a hardcore nerdfighter and when Martin Freeman threw up a gang sign, Cumberbatch was like, “I have one of those.”
2. Cumberbatch, who obviously has a relationship with Star Trek, just naturally changed the Vulcan sign (pulling in the thumbs, turning the palms inward, crossing the arms) in precisely the same way that I happened to change the Vulcan sign when I first made the nerdfighter sign in the halcyon days of 2007.
3. One of the interns on set who has gained the trust of Benedict Cumberbatch was like, “If you do your hands like this, the Internet will get really excited.” And so he did.
4. BBC, in their infinite wisdom, staged the entire photo and Cumberbatch was taught the nerdfighter sign (I MEAN LOOK AT THE PERFECTION OF HIS NERDFIGHTER SIGN! He seems so comfortable and confident in it, almost as if it is muscle memory, almost as if he has flashed it to his laptop screen on hundreds of occasions in the past, but I digress) and this photograph was staged to get people psyched for Sherlock, although what tiny segment of nerdfighteria is not already psyched for Sherlock? Also, if this is the case, who is Martin Freeman trying to advertise to? Residents of the West Side?
5. Benedict Cumberbatch has a relative or a friend who is a nerdfighter and so he is passingly familiar with nerdfighteria and liked what he has seen and wanted to make us all very happy.
6. The nerdfighter sign also happens to be the hand sign of some obscure English gang with which I am unfamiliar called like The East London Wanderers or The Slightly Intimidating Liverpudlians or whatever.
7. Nerdfighteria actually figures in the plot of the new season of Sherlock. Perhaps a nerdfighter has been (wrongly no doubt!) accused of a murder.
8. Benedict Cumberbatch was playing some kind of British version of Rock Paper Scissors against two invisible opponents, and he went double scissors (as any smart person would).
We just needed this again, but now with fyll John Green analyze
I reckon Martin Freeman suggested that they do gang signs, and after one too many Star Trek interviews, Benedict’s hands are now permanently stuck like that so that was the best he could do
OMG THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING TO ME
SO WHENEVER YOU GO TO THE TUMBLR HOME PAGE AND YOU’RE NOT LOGGED IN IT’S LIKE
I CAN SHOW YOU THE WOOOORLD
BUT THEN WHEN YOU CLICK ON THE BUTTON THAT SAYS YOU ALREADY HAVE AN ACCOUNT IT’S LIKE
I fucking love you, BBC.
Is no-one going to comment on the title of the news report?
tumblr is cool?
And Three Volcanoes: Wait, but they were considering making Irene a mathematician or a... -
Wait, but they were considering making Irene a mathematician or a logician (which, um, is a mathematician - sometimes they sit in philosophy departments but they are essentially doing math) but decided to make her a painter because it “perfectly combined creativity and intellectualism”. Which I respect, and I love what they did with Irene, and art thief!Irene was great.
But can we talk about a lost fucking opportunity.
Like first of all, easy throwback to the original Moriarty. Second of all, I will never not have lady mathematician feels. (Men don’t have a monopoly on murder, and they don’t have a monopoly on math either. If any of you are familiar with the play Proof, there’s this scene where protagonist talks about being a kid and reading a book about Sophie Germain and how she had to pretend to be a man to be taken seriously as a mathematician. That could have been Irene.)
Irene loves the idea of mathematical beauty - math as art if you will. Because if you want to talk about combining creativity and intellectualism, you can get that in math. What you need is a sound, rigorous proof, but what you want is a beautiful proof. Irene loves how math is all about putting puzzle pieces together, really, and the more neatly you put them together, the better you’re doing.
Irene is fascinated by Fermat’s Last Theorem. It can’t be right, she thinks, that such a simple statement has such a complicated proof. She spent at least a year studying Wiles’s proof, becoming one of the very few (think possibly single digit number) of people who truly understands it. She’s been working on coming up with a simpler proof. It’s sort of a side project, but she thinks she’s getting somewhere. And, no, she isn’t falling into one of the pitfalls that amateur mathematicians who think they’ve proven Fermat’s Last Theorem always fall into, one of the pitfalls that she’s become increasingly convinced Fermat fell into himself. You know that thing where you send them your proof of Fermat’s Last Theorem and they tell you what you did wrong? She runs that.
She loves Erdos’s idea of The Book, a book containing the most beautiful proof for every theorem. But Erdos was wrong. God doesn’t write the book. Irene does.