Daily Archives: June 21, 2012

Guyday Friday returns once more!


Oh, the divine madness of S3 Sir Guy. So epic.

Never has there been a more glorious “evil henchman” than Sir Guy.

Nobody does the smoulder like Sir Guy. He’s the bestest.

One brief and shining moment of glory for Sheriff Gisborne.

Comic-Con International is coming July 12-15 in San Diego! Crazy costumes,  zombie obstacle courses, celebrity panelists from films and television shows, sneak peeks of what’s to come in the field of entertainment–and yes, fingers crossed—Richard Armitage!!!  And I will be there.

Angie’s Comic-Con Fund Trip is still open and donations are most welcome. Thank you for your support!

A Comic Con sign.

A Comic Con sign. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

More of that sexy Portah . . .


More Portah for you JP lovers. And some more of Portah and Danni. While I think the train station scene in N&S is the most romantic of Richard’s productions, I have to say that all-too-brief dream/fantasy sequence featuring Porter and Danni in flagrante delicto in the office is the sexiest of them all IMHO.

They sizzle together, these two gorgeous creatures, and get out of the way when RA plays the ardent lover–unless you want to get burned.  It definitely helps when he’s opposite someone with whom he has chemistry. GOR as Sarah Caulfield, anyone? No, I didn’t think so, either.  Sure, he can manufacture chemistry–heck, he can smoulder with his back!– but it’s nice if the person playing his partner can do the same.

Porter as John Dean, the sexy diamond smuggler.  Oh, what he can do with those eyes.  Definitely a penetrating gaze.

Part of the sexiness of this scene is the partial disrobement. Those tantalizing glimpses of Porter’s swan-like neck and broad shoulders, of all that masculine beauty that lies beneath. And yeah, Danni keeping her shoes on. S-e-e-xxxx-yyy.

He’s just beautiful, isn’t he? Bruised, scarrred, bloodied, sweaty, no matter what. Beautiful.

Wow. Just wow.

RA as Portah: In front of the camera & behind the scenes


OK, WP is being a naughty bunny again and not letting me upload photos. Let’s see how things go . . . ahhh the hotness of John Portah. Rescuer of damsels in distress, protector of young prisoners and helpless orphans, the man you want to comfort and save you when you get in a jam. He’s kickin’ ass and he’s takin’ names. Have we mentioned he’s gorgeous? Buff? Sexy?  A wonderful hero brought to us by a wonderful actor who is detailed, dedicated, intelligent, thoughtful, funny and lovely.

There but for the grace of God . . .


“There, but for the grace of God, go I.”

These words have been attributed to a 16th century English Reformer and martyr named John Bradford, spoken as he watched a group of prisoners being led to execution at the Tower of London.

John Bradford

John Bradford (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Bradford was known as Holy Bradford in his youth–not as a sign of derision, it seems, but to show respect for Bradford’s dedication to God and his unselfish attitude.

Whether or not he actually said those words–and there does seem to be some doubt– it’s a sentiment of which Bradford would have likely approved.  He’d had certain advantages in life. He came from a well-to-do family and received a good education, showing a talent for numbers and words.  He seemed to have a successful career in law ahead of him when he became interested in the church and chose a different path.  His embracing of the Church of England led to his imprisonment and execution at the hands of Bloody Mary.

Now, why do I bring this up on a blog dedicated to Richard Armitage, a blog generally of a light-hearted nature? Because I think he would relate to this sentiment as well. I have no idea as to his religious inclinations or indeed if he has any; but he does strike me as a man with an unselfish attitude. A man of humility. A man of compassion.

It’s so easy to look at the mistakes, the faults, the sins of others and give a superior sniff and pat ourselves on the backs because we haven’t succumbed to the temptations, the weaknesses, the bad habits they have.

Perhaps they didn’t have some of the advantages that we have had. Supportive families that were able to provide a comfortable home. Natural intelligence and talents. Good educations. Caring role models. And sometimes, just plain good luck.

Of course we all have choices in life; but some things are thrust upon us over which we have little control.  Think of all the children who have suffered the stigma of illegitimacy over the centuries, as if they asked to come into the world under those circumstances. Life is not an even playing field.

I was brought up in a conservative Southern Baptist household, and I found that some of the tenets taught by the denomination, I could not accept. There was the rejection of  women as ministers, the condemnation of homosexuality (honestly, would anybody choose that path for themselves?) the tendency of legalism to creep into the picture, for example.

If I don’t drink or smoke or chew or fornicate or play cards or associate with them that do, my place in heaven will surely be secured. But what about the qualities of mercy and compassion? The ability to put oneself into someone else’s shoes?

The Puritan forefathers in my country believed that if you had a fine house and clothes and property, you must be favored by God; if you were struggling in poverty, it obviously meant you were wanting in the areas of character and morality as well.

Life isn’t always clearly black or white, or people, distinctly heroes or villains. No one is all good, or all bad.  It’s a bit more complicated than that.

Sometimes there, but for the grace of God, go I. And you.  And we need to make certain we are not placing ourselves on a pedestal with a slippery surface, or living in a glass house that isn’t shatterproof.

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