Monthly Archives: May 2014

YT vid of RA discussing role of John Proctor. Feeling excited now.

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Well, obviously he looks great. Servetus is somewhere drooling over that beard, methinks. Love the stand-up collar on the leather jacket. He sounds wonderful. And it seems John Proctor is a role he really, really wanted to do and now it’s the time. So happy for him getting this opportunity and happy, if slightly envious, of all those who will able to see him in the flesh in this play in London.  *sigh*

Of course, we can’t shorten the character’s name to JP without confusing him with John Portah. Here’s to the second JP–John Proctah!

Once you go black (knight) . . . Happy Guyday Friday!

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Happy Guyday Friday to you all! Still having considerable trouble with my left wrist, so I am continuing to limit my online time in terms of responding to comments, etc. anything that requires me to utilize my entire hand. I promise I will try to catch up. And thanks for all your comments of late. 😀 And now without further ado, more sexy Sir Guy!

 

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Can’t help waking up sexy, can he?

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It’s raining, and dreary, and not a good day for someone with FMS/arthritis/tendonitis. Ah, but there’s good news! There’s dear old Rich, looking splendiferous.  Whether he’s stubbly, bearded or clean-shaven, close-cropped, sporting nape curls or extensions, dressed in a suit and tie or that slightly ratty black tee–he’s always got it goin’ on, bless his sexy, sweet, gorgeous heart. Lucky us.

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My scars of happiness . . .”

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I love all those crinkles, wrinkles, laugh lines–the “scars of happiness,” as poet Taylor Knott Gregson describes them. Tweak your nose if you must, Mr. A, but I hope there is never a need to actually tamper with the proof of your laughter, the visible symbol of that bonhomie you so splendidly embody. The promo photos, the official head shots, they will continue to be retouched, the lighting and cosmetics used to give you a more youthful look for the camera; still, we are glad to see the “real” you, that wonderful character shining through, displayed in every perfect imperfection.

Guyday Friday: Trouble looks good on him.

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Having a flare-up of what I guess is tendonitis in my left wrist–sore, tender, a bit red and swollen. Well, I have been doing a lot of video and still camera work (three graduations, class night, honors day, baccalaureate and whatever I’ve forgotten), NTM all the photo and video editing. One more graduation to go tonight (doing double duty for PRP and playing a stringer for the newspaper) and then taking a little time off from events–next big project (aside from all the editing) comes up June 6 and 7.  My hubby thinks I should just take two aspirin and rest the old wrist today, but somehow, I just couldn’t let another Friday go by without paying homage to my favorite dark knight (and the ORIGINAL one).

My beautiful, complicated, angsty, ambitious, passionate, at times gullible and far too naive, temperamental-yet-tender-and-sexy-as-hell alpha male, Sir Guy. Love you, man.

Happy Guyday Friday, y’all!

 

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“Lean on me, when you’re not strong . . .” RA, Pillar of Strength.

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It’s 4:50 a.m. on a Friday morning. I woke up abruptly after falling asleep pretty quickly last night.  It was a hard day, shooting two separate events, standing on an unforgiving gym floor for several hours before my work day was over. I struggled last night to make it up my front steps and onto the deck.

 

My back is angry with me yet again. Forgive me if this is disjointed and a bit scattershot . . . that’s sort of the state of my brain at present.  I am at once so grateful for the work and the fact Pecan Ridge Productions is becoming better known, and so frustrated my body keeps failing me. In three hours, I will be back in town standing on that same gym floor behind a camera. I am beginning to think I should have just slept there. Then again, my back really wouldn’t have liked that!

Benny’s been ill with the type of crud that turns your digestive system inside out.  And then he started passing blood, not huge amounts–a teaspoon or so here and there, but enough to be alarming for me. Didn’t want to go to the ER because of the co-pay. The bleeding seemed to stop while I was in town shooting with Harry. Fingers crossed . . .

I haven’t spent much time Armitaging in recent weeks because I have been so busy, so wrapped up in our video production business, up working well into the night on projects, sometimes sleeping, sometimes not. Wanting to make one particular project something really special. It’s our first two-DVD set, with an hour of bonus features, nearly all of those edited by yours truly. And then wouldn’t you know we’d have to miss the big DVD premiere party at the Ritz? I think I would have cried except for the fact I was too tired to squeeze out those tears.10313303_10203182455614555_3652300496810394960_nPOTR cast member and local pharmacist Jimmy Ansley offered to promote the DVD at his business. He has this display on his front counter . . . he snapped this photo and posted it on FB. Good to have a cheerleader for the project.

 

The good news is, the cast and crew LOVED it. We’ve gotten compliments on the editing, sound quality, how the images really pop on the screen,  that the bonus features are fun and informative and creatively done . . . so we are feeling good about the response.

I did take some time out to look at the new and new-to-us images of Richard popping up this week. The Sarah Dunn photo is simply gorgeous, but it’s not the one that resonated with me the most. It was that still from “Into the Storm” that really grabbed my attention. Armitage as rescuer, savior, hero. The idea that when the going gets tough, this is the guy you’d want in your corner.  He doesn’t give up or give in; I am trying to hang in there, too, and work through the pain and fatigue and know it will all be worth it in the end.

And so I made the little collage you see above. I have leaned on Armitage in various ways these past seven years, through disappointments, humiliation and heartache, through pain and grief. Even when I don’t spent much time “with” him, I always know he’s there, this pillar of strength. This powerful yet gentle man, with his kindly, compassionate eyes and arms that encompass you, murmuring words of encouragement.

“Brave girl, brave girl.”

Thank you, Richard, for once again helping me without any earthly idea you are doing it.

And now, time for half a muscle relaxer with a side order of fuzzy feline . . .

 

 

Happy Guyday Friday: Ladywriter’s been ill, yet strangely happy

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5_033guybeauty“You have been quite the–what do you call it, in modern parlance?–a nightbird–of late?”

She smiled up into those blue eyes, their lids, lashes and sardonic brows so artfully shaded, blackened and lined, it was enough to make the girl at the Clinique counter green with envy.

 

How can a man indulge in so much cosmetic artifice and still look so danged manly and drop-dead sexy? Oh, well, at least I can always borrow his makeup kit if I misplace mine . . .

Ladywriter pressed a tissue to her mouth as she coughed, then cleared her throat.

“Night–owl, Sir Guy. I’ve been quite the night owl.” Her voice was still scratchy after her recent bout with the Crud, but she wasn’t looking quite as “weak-eyed” (as her mama used to say).  “I think I’m like Sonya, the dance teacher and choreographer for the Ritz show–I often feel most creative and productive after dark. I get on a roll with the video and photo editing for Pecan Ridge and I–go with it.”

Sir Guy raised a single dark brow as his lips twisted into one of those trademark smirks. “I’ve often done some of my best work at night as well . . .”

 

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Ladywriter sat back and folded her arms across her chest. “Mmm-hmmm. I know. I wrote about some of your best–work, remember?”

 

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His mouth twitched, a teasing gleam appearing in his azure eyes. “Indeed . . .” Sir Guy flicked back a stray lock as he tilted his head. “And, I hope–shall write about me and my adventures again?” There was a wistful note in that deep rumble, a question in that sidelong glance.

Oh, dearest Sir Guy–I have rather neglected you of late . . . but it’s sort of now or never for us in Real Life.

She gave him a reassuring smile as she reached out and clasped that big, elegant hand.

“Never say never, my dearest Dark Knight . . .”

Happy Guyday Friday to all!

 

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