Daily Archives: April 14, 2012

Laughter and pure sexiness. How can we not love him?

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If you really want to win me over, make me laugh. My dad’s motto was “a little laughter in life” and I have tried to carry on that tradition. I have difficulty relating to seemingly humorless people, the sort you feel as if you have to walk on eggshells when in their presence.

Sure, sometimes you have to laugh to keep from crying, but it’s good for your soul and for your face–puts the creases in all the right places.  Mr. A is an excellent example of this. You can tell this is a man who smiles and laughs quite a lot. Crinkles, anyone??

He doesn’t seem to take himself too seriously–his work, his roles, oh, yes–but not himself. How refreshing that is in a world of raging egomaniacs who have far less to have a swelled head over than Mr. A.

The man is also effortlessly sexy. In a world of wanna-bes who try way too hard, he simply IS sexy. His voice, his smile, his eyes, the way he moves–the assorted and sundry physical features we all admire. And he’s smart and funny and sweet and a bit geeky, all of which I also find sexy.  And his characters. Oh. wow. We have enigmatic and brooding, tough and dangerous, yet tender and sweet, alpha males, heroes, characters spilling over with joie de vivre, with charisma to spare.

 

Indeed, what’s not to love about this guy?  And you know what would just tickle me pink? To make Richard Armitage laugh. To be in his presence and have him throw back that handsome head and give one of those big ol’ belly laughs, his crinkles on full display and those baby blues a-twinkling.  Not likely to ever happen–but a girl can dream.

Richard, Harry and I have something in common.

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    Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.  Lemony Snicket

     Books are uniquely portable magic. Stephen King

Whether it's "Far from the Madding Crowd" or "Jill's Gymkana," Harry--like his Creator--enjoys a good book.

One of the things I really relate to in terms of Richard Armitage and the character said to be most like him, Harry Kennedy, is their fondness for books. When I was a little girl, one rarely saw me without a volume of some sort in my hand. It might be a book of fairy tales or one of our World Book Encyclopedias. I loved books–always have, always will. There’s a reason why my spectacles kept getting thicker and thicker over the years.

I was addicted to a good read before I ever made it to the first grade.

My older sisters used to read to me at bedtime. One of my favorite stories was Miss Suzy, about a kind-hearted grey squirrel and the doll house she lived in. I don’t know how many times those poor girls had to read it. I am certain at times they wanted to build a bonfire and cheerfully toss that volume on top of it. Another one I loved was Miss Twiggley’s Tree.  Apparently something about eccentric females-human and otherwise–who lived in trees captured my fancy. I am thrilled to see both of these books are still in print and drawing high ratings at Amazon.

The eccentric Miss Twiggley was scoffed at by the townspeople, but when a flood came, they were glad to join her in her cozy treehouse.

The book I knew by heart after my sisters read it to me countless times. A kind squirrel and a group of gallant toy soldiers become good friends and make a home in a doll house after Suzy is chased out of her home by some mean red squirrels.

Being read to as a child by two older sisters who loved to read, in a house where I was surrounded by books,  in an era when there was no satellite television, no home computers or video games, it seemed pretty natural that I would become a bookworm. I was the youngest and spent more time alone, so I learned to amuse myself. And taking these wonderful flights of fancy with these stories–to other countries, other cultures, other times and even other planets–kept me from ever being bored.  So many books–so little time, indeed.

A good book. A cozy cat. Toss in a cup of coffee or glass of sweet tea and I am a happy camper.

Some people today would pity me a childhood without all the bells and whistles found today. And be assured, I would miss all this modern technology–e-mail, search engines, this very blog, a jillion channels on the satellite and that handy-dandy DVR feature–but in many ways I am glad I didn’t have exposure to all of that. Instead, I used my imagination. I made mud pies and rode my bike and my red Radio Flyer wagon, I played with my Barbies (that’s a whole ‘nother post), took grand adventures on my bouncing toy “pony” and made a tent between the twin beds and “camped out.” I sketched and I crafted and occasionally practiced the piano.  And I read. A lot.

I have so very many books that I have loved from childhood–Little Women, King of the Wind, The Snowstorm, A Walk in the Woods, to name just a few. I am sure you have your own favorites. It seems to me Richard’s fans are, by and large, readers, part of that greater sister and brotherhood of those who know the “uniquely portable magic” that is a good read.

Celebrating the SNDs we love

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For anyone unfamiliar with this particular acronym, SND stands for So Not Dead. All these RA chaRActers has been Loved Into Being by the fans just as a toy bunny became a real live rabbit in the children’s classic, The Velveteen Rabbit. No matter what the scriptwriters may do, we know they are in reality safe and sound and continuing their great adventures in fanfic, fanvids and more.