Daily Archives: March 7, 2012

A little note for our bashful guy


The sweetness. The shyness and diffidence. Very hard not to love this guy.

Richard, I am missing you again. We got a little taste of you with the Hobbit vlog, but RA junkie that I am, I still need more, I fear. How I can miss someone I have never met and likely never will meet is a curious thing.

But I do.

You think it’s only the characters we find so appealing. Oh, no, my dear. You, our brave, funny, modest, kind, thoughtful, intelligent, talented and beautiful man, are quite worthy of our crushes.

I hope all is going well for you in NZ. We still aren’t sure exactly how much money you’re making with your latest project, but I do know you are worth every penny and more. And I hope The Hobbit is a massive success earning gazillions of dollars from happy theater patrons, making TPTB sit up and take notice of the majestic and heroic alpha dwarf king.

In the meantime, take care. Stay safe and well and know you are loved. And you are missed.

Your admirer,


Our bashful boy. Thorin's costume, Richard's modest demeanor.

Ever-Expressive Sir Guy: Wooing the Nightwatchman


Guy and Marian are on the reviewing stand for the tournament. Guy holds the silver arrow the sheriff is sure Robin won’t be able to resist winning, whilst Marian peels her apple (and no doubt keeps her eyes peeled for Robin and his gang).

Guy and Marian have had an earlier skirmish–although he doesn’t realize it. She was in her disguise as the Nightwatchman, and she received a injury to her arm, which she has covered with the long sleeves of her gown. She is looking particularly lovely that day, and her admirer does not fail to notice.

Marian continues to play her games with the master-at-arms, who seems to be falling for her a little more each day.

Allow me to point out that Guy is very asthetically pleasing in this scene. I love the curls at the nape, the stubble, the kohl-rimmed eyes, his expressions. And we get to see his hands, for he strips off his ever-present gloves in order to make contact with his Marian.

Guy speaks of old wive's tales and marriage as Marian peels an apple, alluding to his own wish to make her his wife.

Guy's fingers encounter something sticky on Marian's arm.

What is this? Blood?

Oh, no need to worry, Sir Guy, assures the lovely Lady Marian.

She lightly brushes off the wound, assuring Guy all is well. A mere slip of her knife . . .

Guy wants to believe Marian. He needs to, clinging to the hope she really does care for him. (this is promo pic for episode 5; this and screencaps all from RANet)

Ever-Expressive RA: Glove Love


Guy preparing to take the young brideto-be's necklace as payment for services rendered. A slight smile and widening of those kohl-rimmed blue eyes as he examines the jewelry. The curls at his nape. The heavy stubble. That gaze. "This'll do nicely." So will you, Guy, so will you.

Scary and simply sublime all at the same time.

Oh, those eyes. The mouth.

Muttered in that deep voice: "Turn around."

Catching the tip of the soft black leather between those sharp white teeth to wolfishly tug it free of his hand.

Oh, those eyelashes brushing against the top of his cheeks as he tugs the glove free.

Always loving a glimpse of those hands at work.

Never has a henchman stripping a bride-to-be of a present of jewelry been so darned--sexy. Imagine if it was Robin doing this. Or Vasey. Just isn't the same, is it? The power of the Armitage Effect.


A-Richarding we go, A-Richarding we go,
High ho, we love him so, a-Richarding we go.

We gaze upon his face, he makes our poor hearts race,
High ho, we love him so, a-Richarding we go.

We hear his voice so warm, so deep and rich and warm,
High ho, we love it so, a-Richarding we go.

We love his gorgeous smiles, most dazzling for miles
High ho we love them so, a-Richardng we go.

His talent is so grand–and have you seen those hands?
High ho, we love him so, a-Richarding we go.

He’s modest, kind and sweet, this crush just can’t be beat!
High ho, we love him so, a-Richarding we go!

His body is so fit (so VERY, very fit!)
My gosh, we love it so, a-Richarding we go.

As Thorin he will shine, so regal it’s divine,
High ho, we love him so, a-Richarding we go!

For Judit: A-Richarding We Go (some silly RA fun)

Beauty & the Beast, Robin Hood Style


The world is our oyster, Gisborne. Toss a few lackeys over the battlements, kick a few guards, hang a peasant or two. Life is good.

God's tears, but I do look devilishly handsome next to Baldy, don't I?


Oops! Poor fellow. It’s a long way down. Do I enjoy being a treacherous, devious, nasty little troll? A clue—YES!
EWWWWWWW! Another one bites the dust. That’s gotta hurt.

Mad props for Richard: TAE Word for the Day


We’ve another slang entry for today’s word, and I am sure you will agree it’s a word of which dear RA is so deserving.

props: (noun) due respect; an expression of approval or regard.  The expression dates back to the 1980s, and it is derived from the shortening and pluralization of the word “proper,” as in  “proper respect.”

Richard does not let his fears stand in the way of the roles he will take. A little nervous on horseback? He just keeps practicing until it looks like he was born in the saddle. Phobia about water that stems from a childhood accident? Not a keen swimmer?  Auditions for and gets role as lifeguard, voluntarily undergoes waterboarding not once, but twice and ends up underwater in a mini-sub being punched-up by Captain America. I have to give Richard props for his tenacity and determination to be authentic and get the role right, even when it scares him.

Richard admitted doing this underwater scene for Captain America was not easy for him.

You gotta love that Cate Blanchett


I ran across this excerpt from an article done with the lovely and talented Cate Blanchett. I know she is a favorite actress of Richard’s, will be appearing in The Hobbit and is well-liked by this blogger and her commenters. Oh, if only more performers took the same attitude–there would be less celebrities walking around looking like they’ve been sucked through a wind tunnel/turned into aliens/changed their racial identity. I don’t foresee our Richard tampering with his face (thank God he never got that nose job he once contemplated. I love that magnificently masculine aquiline “hooter”).. I do hope these two get the opportunity to work together again on a future project.

English: Actress Cate Blanchett at the 2011 Sy...

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Unlike some of her peers, Cate Blanchett is looking forward to aging naturally.

The Academy Award winner, 42, says she’ll never go under the knife to turn back the hands of time. “There’s been a decade or so of people doing intervention with their face and their body,” she tells Fashionista. “Now that we’re emerging from that, people are seeing that long term it’s not so great.”
Blanchett doesn’t judge women who decide to get plastic surgery, “but I know what works for me,” she explains.

“I’d just be too frightened about what it means long term. In the end if you have all that stuff done. . . you just see the work,” Blanchett says. “It doesn’t fill me with admiration — it fills me with pity.”
The Australian actress isn’t the first A-list beauty to speak out against plastic surgery in Hollywood: Kate Winslet, Rachel Weisz and Emma Thompson have all vowed to embrace their natural beauty.

Blanchett does, however, use natural means to maintain her youthful appearance

“I do the old glass of lemon juice in water in the morning. It just keeps your system going. I think it’s like people who get into colonic therapy — there’s a logic behind it. The French have been doing it, the Egyptians did it. There are certain things in ancient practices that [I won’t do] — I’m not going to bathe in my own urine.”

Read more: http://www.usmagazine.com/celebrity-beauty/news/why-cate-blanchett-will-never-get-plastic-surgery-201263#ixzz1oRUZdGYM

Read more: http://www.usmagazine.com/celebrity-beauty/news/why-cate-blanchett-will-never-get-plastic-surgery-201263#ixzz1oRUEw63f

Read more: http://www.usmagazine.com/celebrity-beauty/news/why-cate-blanchett-will-never-get-plastic-surgery-201263#ixzz1oRTxUwOe

OT: A nutty southern tradition


The sort of canned boiled peanuts you would find in fedoralady's pantry.

Eating boiled goober peas--a slang term for peanuts--is popular in the South. (Image courtesy of southernplate.com)

Luverne, Alabama, longtime home of the World’s Largest Peanut Boil and now a Boiled Peanut Festival.

A charming painting by Ann Caudle from anncaudle@blogspot.com.

I could not resist adding a distinctive southern flavor to my first Sloth Fiction entry. Guy has managed to eat his way through the supply of snack food (he has one hollow–and extremely shapely–leg and the ever-obliging Harry proceeds to visit the pantry and take a peek at what we have on hand. He comes across a can of boiled peanuts. Well, all the chaRActers are scratching their heads over the concept–I don’t think poor Guy even knows what a peanut IS–but Harry opens the tin, follows the direction on the label, and soon the lads are partaking of this culinary favorite of the South.

When he was still in the Air Force, my husband always used to stock up on certain canned goods unavailable in the midwest when we made visits back to Alabama. Castleberry’s Brunswick Stew, Barbecued Pork–and boiled peanuts, cooked in the shell to a soft, salty goodness.

Of course, as with so many other foods, the fresh peanuts are better than the canned variety. The Wiregrass Region of Alabama produces a lot of peanuts–so many, in fact, we have what is likely the world’s largest festival devoted to peanuts in Dothan.

In Luverne, which is only 12 or 14 miles from my home, the World’s Largest Peanut Boil has morphed into their very own Boiled Peanut Festival, complete with live music, arts and crafts, kid’s activities and festival food. And lots and lots and LOTS of peanuts. The Shriners, which is a fraternal order with ties to the Masonic Lodge, holds the annual boil and the funds they raise go to a wonderful cause–their hospitals for crippled and burned children. Our niece, who was badly burned in a grease fire, was the recipient of their services, provided free of charge to these families.

Once cooked in large black cauldrons, the raw “green” peanuts of Luverne’s annual event, held each September, are now cooked in large tanks with salt added for flavor. My dad used to drive over each year and buy a few bags. He adored them, as did our middle sister, who was typically a picky eater in her youth. But how she loved boiled peanuts!

Many people from other parts of the country frankly find the boiled peanut revolting and nasty. while I like them fine, I have to confess I prefer my peanuts parched. Hubby, however, still loves to get a bag of fresh boiled peanuts every so often. Sometimes he buys extra (they fresh well). And just in case he misses a local peanut boil, he keeps a can or two in the pantry.

That is, he does if Sir Guy doesn’t beat him to the punch. He’s always starving . . .