Sir Guy is contemplating certain costumes and disguises he might don when he joins me at Comic-Con. See what you think . . .
And Richard complained about his medieval mullet!
I’d like to take a ride on a magic carpet with this Aladdin.
All hail the conquering hero. Veni, vidi, vici, Sir Guy style.
Dame Edna Gisborne, anyone?
We might see him in black leather once again.
Of course, he’ll be asking if they’ve been naughty little girls and reward them.
“Ladywriter, you look tired–and yet ridiculously happy.” Sir Guy said, before taking a large bite of his banana, chewing it thoughtfully as he eyed her. Sir Guy does, on occasion, eat something healthy, it seems.
LW tugged her ponytail and grinned at him. “OneRingNet confirmed it. Your Creator is going to be at Comic-Con.” She gave a huge sigh as her shoulders rose and fell. “Sir Guy, darling, two weeks from Saturday, I am going to be in the same building that Richard Armitage is in.” LW gave a distinctly girlish giggle. “Just think of how excited I was when I knew he was in New York and on the same continent. ”
Sir Guy smiled as he continued to chew. The movement of that stubbled jaw was so–distracting. LW suddenly remembered the Creator noshing on a banana during Hood Academy. She watched the bobbing of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed.
“I wonder if there will be water,” she murmured to herself.
Sir Guy raised a brow. “Whot?”
“I–was just wondering if I’ll get to watching Richard drinking water. I’d like that . . .” There was a distinctly dreamy look in her pale blue eyes.
“I’d like to watch him do just about anything. And listen to him. And just–look at him.”
Sir Guy raised the other brow, his lips twitching with amusement.
“Anything would think you fancy the Creator . . .” His voice was a teasing, honeyed rumble.
Ladywriter lifted her chin and eyed him. “Of course I do. Just as I do his ChaRActers.”
Sir Guy smirked as he chucked the banana peel into the wastebasket. “Yeah. Although you fancy some of us more than others . . .”
He deftly caught the pillow flung in his direction by LW, a wicked gleam in his azure eyes.
“Two can play at that game, my lady . . .”
LW certainly hoped so. She needed to thoroughly wear herself out if she hope’d to get any sleep. Richard Armitage. In the flesh.
Imagine . . .
The King Under the Mountain really gets around, doesn’t he?
Comic-Con (Photo credit: Scott Beale)
Two weeks from today–good Lord willing and the Creek don’t rise–I will be at Comic-Con. Thursday through Sunday, July 12-15, I will be in sunny San Diego, battling the crowds, seeing people dressed in outlandish and amazing costumes, listening to various celebs and industry people speak, recording panels and interviews, writing articles and, hopefully, gleaning information you all will find interesting, informative and just plain fun. After all, if it weren’t for you all, I wouldn’t be going.
Comic-Con Costume Girls 09 (Photo credit: heath_bar)
First, I have to thank Frenz for providing the link to Comic Book Resource’s article about needing reporters for the event. And once I was accepted by CBR and earned my free four-day pass and the promise of a stipend and all the convention junk food I could eat, it was Frenz who created my donate button through PayPal for my Comic-Con Trip Fund. She and fellow bloggers were kind enough to promote it and readers and fellow bloggers were generous enough to donate to it. Dawn not only offered practical advice as a Comic-Con veteran, she also provided financial support and offered her lovely jewelry as an additional fundraising tool.
You all are good folks.
When Benny and I were at the salon yesterday, we were discussing the trip while Renee cut his hair. He was telling her how people from all the world had supported me and made the trip possible (He’s extremely impressed by the RA community by the way). Renee is fully aware of my recent troubles–the unexpected jolt in more ways than one of unemployment and the subsequent car accident–and she is truly happy for me to have this opportunity.
“God has a way of looking after us,” she said with a gentle smile.
Which made me think–is it God, or karma or sheer dumb luck or something else that is leading this to happen? Were all the stars perfectly aligned? I don’t know. But I think a lot of credit, obviously, has to go to Richard Armitage. It’s because of Richard that I started this blog and got to know so many of you. It’s our love and admiration for Richard that has led most, though certainly not all, of us to our intense interest in what happens at Comic-Con, particularly on Saturday in Hall H.
Of course, we are all hoping and praying that Richard will be at Comic-Con; that I will have the opportunity to, at the very least, meet him and better yet, to interview him (and find out what he smells like for all you curious ladies out there).
And I would dearly love to be able to briefly tell him how I ended up at Comic-Con in the first place.
No matter what happens regarding RA, I think Comic-Con International will be a very eye-opening experience. And I will share as much of it as I can with you all.
English: San Diego Comic Con 2010 Joker Cosplay (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Description: Entrance to the San Diego Gaslamp Quarter, historic heart of San Diego, from the Gaslamp Quarter trolley station. Date Created: Thursday, July 24, 2008, 10:46 AM Location: Gaslamp Quarter, San Diego, California Event: Comic-Con International: San Diego, Day 1. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Richard Armitage is a living, breathing work of art. He’s poetry in motion and in stillness. We are captivated by that deep, melodious voice and when he does not speak a word, the eloquence of his mobile, expressive features communicates so much.
The artist in me finds him an ideal subject. That’s not just because of his obvious physical attractiveness; it’s because of all the goodness of character and innate sweetness that shine through, that bring that spark of intelligence and humor to his eyes, the warmth and genuineness to his smiles. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I behold much beauty in Richard Armitage. He should be sketched and painted and sculpted, with that lovely, expressive visage appearing everywhere, from sidewalks to art galleries. It would be a more beautiful world with more Richard, right?
But will my darling husband find this as amusing? He did give me a “Mrs. Richard Armitage” keychain once . . . hey, it’s all fantasyland, anyhow.
Now, if only I had her body . . . well, a girl can dream, can’t she? 😉
