Easter Greetings from Gizbunny

He doesn’t always have a sense of humor about such things, I fear . . .

Easter greetings from Armitage World & TAE: Hop on in!

I know some people will be busy with holiday plans over the next few days, I so wanted to extend some whimsical Easter greetings to one and all featuring Mr. A and some of his ChaRActers.

Some RA Silliness. Just because.

Indiana Armitage, anyone?

I have been watching/reading a lot of serious stuff of late between certain documentaries, films and magazine articles (more on some of this later) and needed a bit of a break tonight, So I’ve been playing around again in photo editing with images of Mr. Armitage and a few of myself and just having fun.

Oh, bien sur, il est un homme formidable!

Rambotage (or Armbo?) takes aim at my poor heart and hits it every time. 😉

That Mulligan. He never gives up.

There be piiiiii-rates! Arghhhhh . . . Ahhhh-armitage.

The sultan has arrived.

Sunday Smorgasbord: Adventurous Armitage

Richard Armitage Incognito: More fun with photo manip

Sunday Night SmoRgAsbord: Richard Incognito

Richard channeling his inner Richard III.

 

Eat your heart out, Valentino. RA makes a fab sheik.

 

Richard as 80’s hairband rocker. Party on, dude!

 

Ah, he does make such a heroic, imposing knight (in chain mail, shining armour OR black leather).

 

Dare I say–Giz the Gunslinger? (I salute you, Daria.)

Artwork courtesy of Faceinhole website with additional edits made at Picmonkey.

 

The look they did NOT choose for Thorin.

After careful consideration by the costume designers and makeup artists, this Thorin look went into File 13 (aka the wastebasket).

Instead, of course, we got this guy channeling a popular children’s book character . . .

Possible Movie RemAkes: Armitage as a ghost–in a KILT!

Leigh mentioned the possibility of a more comedic film that is due for a remake: the 1935 English-U.S. co-production, The Ghost Goes West. The U.K.’s most successful film of 1936, this enticing cinematic blend of satire, fantasy, ghost story and sweet romance was also a hit in the U.S.

Starring the very talented and handsome Robert Donat in a dual role of 18th century Scottish ghost Murdoch Glourie, a dashing ladies’ man, and his 20th century descendant, a laird dealing with the modern realities of being cash poor and land rich with a large castle demanding expensive upkeep.  Enter a wealthy American businessman (Eugene Pallette) and his pretty daughter (Jean Parker) into the picture. A Scottish castle is just what the businessman wants. He just wants it on his estate in sunny Florida. And so the castle is dismantled, stone by stone, and shipped overseas to be reconstructed.

 A French poster for the film. I liked the design. And everything sounds better in French, mais oui?

And guess who also goes along? That’s right, the ghost, who, after dishonoring the family name, was cursed by a disgruntled father to forever haunt the ancestral castle–no matter where in the world it stands–until that wrong can be righted.  Murdoch experiences no lack of culture shock in the land of palm trees and rampant materialism.

The film has much to recommend it– a charming and witty script, the always outstanding cinematography of Jack Cardiff (whose exquisite color work can be seen in Black Narcissus and The Red Shoes), excellent direction by Rene Clair, and delightful performances by Donat and frog-voiced Pallette in particular.

Jean Parker and Robert Donat in a publicity still for “The Ghost Goes West.”

The flirty-girty Murdoch woos a fair lady in the film’s prologue.

The laird faces off with the ghost thanks to split screen.

And it offers a handsome man–in a kilt. We know Richard can do a Scottish accent from the RH audiobooks. We know he truly rocks a kilt from that one photo shoot. We know he can nail a flirtatious ladies’ man–Lee “Speedo” Preston, anyone? We know he’s got the acting chops to play two roles in the same film.  We know he needs to do something with a little humor in it for a change. So, Mr. A, how about something with comedy and romance and fantasy–and kilts!!

Richard in an image that I think originated with “Rob Roy.”

This bonny lad appears to be part of an event such as the Scottish Highlands Game that takes place here at Blount Park next to the Alabama Shakespeare Festival.

This started out as a photo of another fave of mine who is a Scotsman, Ewan McGregor. The grin seemed appropriate.

All RA images created in Faceinhole with additional editing in BeFunky.  “The Ghost Goes West” screencaps & poster courtesy of Bing Images

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More silliness with Mr. A & fedoralady

Armitage as ninja assassin. He wouldn’t need to use those weapons on me; he’d give me one look with those eyes and he’d slay me. Totally.

He does make such a superb warrior king, doesn’t he?

If our vain (his words, not mine) Richard is to be believed, he’d be loath to gain weight to play a corpulent King Henry. Another “fat suit” a la Thorin and cotton in his cheeks?

I DO like a man in uniform.

Sorry for the slightly wonky look to the head here. I couldn’t seem to find an angle that quite worked. LOVED the outfit, though.

I couldn’t resist.

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Fedoralady is in the mood . . .

The holiday mood, that is. (Oh, I know what you were thinking . . . maybe I’m in the mood for that, too.  You never know . . .)

I am currently watching the Hallmark Channel, which has already starting running their Christmas movies in marathons on the weekends. The movies tend to provide cuteness overload and  be a bit sappy and schmaltzy, but what can I say–I am in a sappy, schmaltzy mood.

In a festive mood.

I want to don a Santa hat and my red high-top Reeboks with the green glitter shoelaces and jingle bells (yes, I do own a pair) and go Christmas caroling.

courtesy of riverbender.com

Look up my mama’s recipe for fruitcake cookies so I can make the house smell deliciously spicy.  Watch my favorite version of “A Christmas Carol” with the amazing Alistair Sim as Scrooge.

For an unemployed lady with a busted toe and a house that needs serious attention, I am in a positively euphoric mood.  And I attribute a lot of this to a certain vertically challenged hairy dude and to the man who brought him to life. I am looking so forward to the holidays this year, and to the Christmas present that will arrive in mid-December . . .

I guess you could say that—

Guyday Friday: Yeah, I Didn’t Forget!

Of course, you’ve gotten some doses of Guy over the last few days anyway, but he’d be highly upset (huge quantities of Cheez-Its and a brownie or two notwithstanding) if a Friday passed without saluting our favorite leather-clad henchman.

Pirate Cat and I have been doing a lot of bonding–she actually seemed a little frightened when I first got back home–but once again she is my little shadow. She likes the idea of going on an adventure with Pirate Guy to discover treasure, me hearties. 😉  Perhaps that would make up for Thumper being so charmed by Little Thorin??

By the way, Little Guy (and Robin and Vasey) arrived from Merry Olde England. I guess the bubble wrap helped keep them from killing each other in the very tight space they occupied on the trip over.  They have not been introduced to Little Thorin yet. I just haven’t quite had the energy . . . if you know what I mean. *sigh*

“Ladywriter . . .”

“Yes, Sir Guy.”

The Dark Knight strips the paper off a miniature KitKat bar and pauses before popping it between his shapely lips, a slight furrow appearing between those saturnine eyebrows.

“I’ve been thinking, LW . . .”

Ladywriter tries wriggling her broken toe and winces. “Thinking about how much you’ve enjoyed that bag of Halloween treats?”

Sir Guy’s mouth curls into a boyish smile as he chews. “This Halloween celebration is great fun, I must confess. All the costumes. The scary films.”  The smile deepens. “The sweets.”

He clears his throat and tilts his dark head, flicking back a stray strand of his tousled mane. “However, what I have been thinking about is–you haven’t completed your retelling of your birthday yet for your readers.”

Ladywriter pops a couple of aspirin and washes them down with Coke. “Oh, I know, Sir Guy. I am running behind.  Trying to regroup, my dearest Leather-Clad Hottie.” 

She gives him a wry smile as she lifts her damaged foot and wags it. “I don’t think I will be running any marathons this weekend. No beautiful beach views to lure me away. Perhaps I can make some progress writing. The end of the story is overdue.”

Sir Guy inclines his head graciously, his eyes lighting up. “I do have a rather prominent role in the final chapter of the story, do I not?”

Ladywriter nods and laughs softly. “And you can’t wait for everyone to read it, can you?”

He attempts an insouciant shrug. “I thought your readers might find it–amusing . . .”

Happy Guyday Friday to all!!

I do love a man in uniform . . .

I’ve been thinking an around-the-world cruise would be really nice . . . especially if you got to spend a lot of time at the Captain’s Table . . .

Oh, that Mulligan. Never admitting his guilt and still vain enough to worry about how he looks in those prison stripes. A real piece of work, but a gorgeous one.

Feelin’ hot, hot, hot

 That devilishly handsome Sir Guy really is hot stuff. Wait, do I feel a video coming on?

Sire . . . I will follow you anywhere.

Really, he was born to play a king, was he not??

Sporting Armitage

There has been speculation as to what sorts of R&R Mr. A might get up to following the wrap of The Hobbit, Comic-Con and assorted and sundry career-related and family activities. Here are some possibilities.

 

 

Might he do some schussing on the ski slopes? Only, unlike in acting, we DON’T want you to break a leg.

Tennis, anyone?

Perhaps he’ll hit the ice? OOh, but watch out for those sticks, Rich. They can do some damage.

Perhaps he hopes to tell some whopper tales from a fishing trip.