Daily Archives: August 23, 2012

Hit Me With Your Best Shot!:Guyday Friday


It’s still more than an hour before Guyday Friday officially kicks off but my head says I had better go ahead and post now.

As I have mentioned before, I love the Hood Academy featurette from the Robin Hood DVDs. Seeing Richard practice his riding, sword fighting and archery is such a pleasure: the way he looks with the disheveled hair and stubble, the air of quiet concentration, the intensity he brings to each activity. He puts so much of himself into his roles–and it shows.




Ladywriter and the furry visitor


Ladywriter felt something tapping her nose. Something—furry?

Her eyes flew open. A pair of sea green eyes were gazing down at her.

“Mother . . . wakie, wakie.”

LW’s mouth dropped open. Not only was her SND cat Puddie standing on her chest, looking as fluffy and gorgeous and diva-like as ever, she was also—

Talking. You can talk now, Puddie?”

Puddie gave a twitch of her gloriously plume-like tail. “One of the perks of achieving So Not Dead status, it seems. Now I don’t have that wimpy little meow, as you used to refer to it, Mother dear.”

Puddie gave a somewhat disdainful sniff of her dainty little pink nose and twitched her tail once more. That sniff reminded LW of somebody . . .

“Wow, Puddie . . . you sound like a cross between Marilyn Monroe and Scarlett O’Hara. Sort of breathy, sexy and softly southern all at the same time.”

Puddie licked her paw and began to wash her face. “It’s the voice you always imagined me having, remember? If I had been able to speak before I crossed over, of course.”

LW nodded slowly. She was feeling slightly addle-pated, to be perfectly honest.

“So, let me get this straight—when Thumper and Callie cross over, Thumper will sound like a female version of Peter Lorre playing a mad scientist plotting to take over the world, and Callie will sound like–”

“Yep,” Puddie interrupted. “A flighty teenager hyped up on too much Red Bull.”

Ladywriter grinned. She’d always carried on conversations with her pets, but they did tend to be a trifle one-sided.


Puddie settled down on LW’s chest. She still put out some serious BTUs (Beauteous Tabby Units) and she still had her lush V-8 Caddy purr. LW could have done without the warmth (it was, after all, Alabama in August) but she was truly glad to hear that deliciously smooth purr.  She would love to have a car with an engine that purred so deliciously.

“Gizzy thought you’d be pleased. About me having a voice.”

LW raised her eyebrows. “Oh, Gizzy, is it? Are you getting chummy with the Dark Knight?”

Puddie smiled (cats can and do smile; they just don’t show their teeth like those silly dogs) and gave a slight incline of her pretty head.

“He’s been lovely. He gets me my own bowls of Chocolate Moo-llineum Crunch to enjoy. Another perk of being SND. I can eat as much Blue Bell ice cream as I like—including chocolate!—and never get sick or gain an ounce.”

Puddie was so smug, she now looked just like the cat that swallowed the canary.

“Sounds as if Sir Guy is spoiling you rotten—well, rottener.

Puddie blinked. “Well, you did it first, you know.”

Ladywriter stroked Puddie’s fur—oh, how soft and luxuriant it was once more!—and shrugged. “Yes, I suppose I did.” She paused. “Thumper really misses you, Puddie.”

“Really?  She was always up for a good cuddle, weird kitty that she was . . .” Puddie gave a small sigh. “So—she really does miss me?” There was a certain wistfulness in her voice now.

Ladywriter nodded. “Yep. She’s been crawling into bed with me on a regular basis, looking for a cuddle. You know that isn’t typical.”

Puddie smiled. “Too true. Wait until winter. She’ll be glued to you, Mother.”

LW chuckled. “Yeah. Guess it will help cut down on the electric bill, though.”

“Puddie . . .” A certain deep, dark chocolate voice called out.

The kitty’s eyes brightened and she stood up and stretched.

“That’s Gizzy. He’s going to make us banana splits.”

Puddie butted her LW’s face with her head, rubbing her cheek against her mother’s.

“I love you, Mother,” she whispered and then bounded out the door,  plume-like tail held high, plenty of spring in those four fuzzy paws once again.

LW felt something suspiciously like a tear rolling down her cheek.  “I love you, too, you big ol’ fuzzy cat, you,” she whispered.

She heard an odd scrabbling sound. A black and white head popped up, bright green eyes goggling at her, and a rotund body hurled itself clumsily onto the bed.

LW smiled and crooked her finger. “Come here, you weird kitty, and get some lovin’.”

Thumper, the three-legged tuxedo cat, was only too glad to oblige.

Sometimes, you just have to lean on each other.

Grey suit, blue shirt, hot guy in Black Sky


Ladies, Todd Garner, producer of Black Sky, came through after receiving a request for a photo of Richard from the set . . . here’s the Tweet! Or should I say here’s the Thud!! Thank you, Todd, and thank you, costume department, for putting RA in the right colors. 😉

Thorin for Thursday: Portraits in Sepia


And black and white, too, to balance out Technicolor Thorin earlier this week. Truth be told, he is gorgeous in any old color, isn’t he? Who knew I’d have such a crush on a 250-year-old dwarf?


That Richard Armitage is a Lulu: TAE Word for the Day


Today’s word is lulu (pronounced LOO-loo): noun. A remarkable person, idea or thing 

Etymology: Possibly coming from the nickname for Louise. Earliest recorded use: 1886.


Wow, when this word appeared in my A.Word. A.Day email this morning, I could only think of a certain TDHBEW.

Richard Armitage: blindingly handsome, extraordinarily talented, with a keen intelligence and wit and charisma to spare. A man who is sweet, thoughtful, modest, kind and gentle; a man who believes in nourishment and nurturing.  Richard is remarkable, no doubt about it. Richard Armitage, ladies and gents, is a real lulu, wouldn’t you agree?




Perhaps my favorite photo taken on the set of Black Sky, courtesy of RALover and RichardArmitageNet.