my creativity seems to be low at the moment. I’m itching to blog about something, I just don’t know what! my mind has been occupied with holiday/family stress and all the insanity that’s been in the news lately.
To try and lighten things up, I watched Harry in The Vicar of Dibley yesterday and then followed that up with an array of fanvid favorites, but it failed to pull me out of my funk.
‘you really must watch me more than once!’
I’ve convinced my daughter to watch LOST with me, from the beginning, so we’ve been binge watching it when she gets home from school. it’s hard not to ambush her with 6 seasons worth of knowledge though.
I can’t tell you!
So I thought that opening up communication with all of you might help, because rambling on in the comments can be it’s own kind of magic!
what is the RA go to subject you turn to when in need of escape?
jeans. always the jeans.
is there something non-RA related that can always make you smile?
Christian Bale dancing. every time.
what kind of things do you wonder about?
will Richard feel this way about The Hobbit?
*all subjects welcome, but I should probably warn you that my stress trigger words at the moment seem to be Mother/Brother/Dog. use with caution.
a quote from the Hannibal commentary, to start us off:
that was one of my very first shots as well, so i was kind of, firstly, very nervous about joining a new crew and about being naked in front of a new crew in minus fifteen temperature where your body isn’t gonna necessarily look its best. but they were very good to me. I asked for a fluffer, but one didn’t arrive – Richard Armitage
“Words”, because it’s stupid! It’s in line with the type of thing that I would send to those who have known me forever and are used to my dorky ways. I’m not sure some of my readers were ready for that yet.
*awkward*
Sometimes I will send e-mails where I only communicate with song lyrics, or I make everything rhyme. one time I sent my pen-pal a ransom note, complete with text cut from magazines, requesting payment in chocolate if he ever wanted to hear from me again. I’ve sent fake telegrams, memos, and corresponded through fake personal assistants–like Richard’s “Spooksperson”.
MTB. I keep telling you.
so when I was experiencing writing block and feeling dissatisfied with the atmosphere around me, I reverted back to that way of communicating-without-really-saying-anything, including annoyingly long children’s song lyrics (with random words of my own thrown in) because I felt like I had to post something. I really just wanted to post gifs of Harry. next time I’ll try to listen to that first instinct. well, maybe not the first instinct; safer to stick with the second.
⭐ if you haven’t read Richard’s interview with Cybersmile yet, go dew it! it’s very much in line with my way of thinking and a welcome reminder of why I continue to admire this man.
words. words. a bunch of words that no one is really reading. we’re all looking at cute gifs of Harry. so let’s just stop kidding ourselves. words. words. a bunch of words that no one is really reading. we’re all looking at cute gifs of Harry. so let’s just stop kidding ourselves. words. words. go on. you don’t have to read these. I’m just filling up space so the gifs look better. words. words. Found a peanut, found a peanut, Found a peanut just now, Just now I found a peanut, Found a peanut just now. Cracked it open, cracked it open, Cracked it open just now, Just now I cracked it open, Cracked it open just now. It was rotten, it was rotten, It was rotten just now, Just now it was rotten, It was rotten just now. Ate it anyway, ate it anyway, Ate it anyway just now, Just now I ate it anyway, Ate it anyway just now. Got a stomach ache, got a stomach ache, Got a stomach ache just now, Just now I got a stomach ache, Got a stomach ache just now. Called the doctor, called the doctor, Called the doctor just now, Just now I called the doctor, Called the doctor just now. Penicillin, Penicillin, Penicillin just now, Just now I took Penicillin, Penicillin just now. or Pepto Bismol. either or. Operation, operation, Operation just now, Just now an operation, An operation just now. Died anyway, died anyway, Died anyway just now, Just now I died anyway, Died anyway just now. Went to heaven, went to heaven, Went to heaven just now, Just now I went to heaven, Went to heaven just now. Wouldn’t take me, wouldn’t take me, Wouldn’t take me just now, Just now Heaven wouldn’t take me, Wouldn’t take me just now. Harry is Heavenly. continue. Went the other way, went the other way, Went the other way just now, Just now I went the other way, Went the other way just now. Shoveling coal, shoveling coal, shoveling coal just now. Just now I’m shoveling coal, shoveling coal, just now. Found a peanut, found a peanut, Found a peanut just now, Just now I found a peanut, Found a peanut just now. Harry probably sings that song in the shower. he’s adorkable enough to pull it off. There’s a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza, There’s a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, a hole. Then mend it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry, Then mend it, dear Henry, dear Henry, mend it. With what shall I mend it, dear Liza, dear Liza? With what shall I mend it, dear Liza, with what? With straw, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry, With straw, dear Henry, dear Henry, with straw. The straw is too long, dear Liza, dear Liza, The straw is too long, dear Liza, too long, Then cut it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry, Then cut it, dear Henry, dear Henry, cut it. With what shall I cut it, dear Liza, dear Liza? With what shall I cut it, dear Liza, with what?With a knife, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry, With a knife, dear Henry, dear Henry, with an knife. The knife is too dull, dear Liza, dear Liza, The knife is too dull, dear Liza, too dull. the knife’s not the only thing that’s dull. just sayin. Then sharpen it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry Then sharpen it, dear Henry, dear Henry, sharpen it. On what shall I sharpen it, dear Liza, dear Liza? On what shall I sharpen it, dear Liza, on what? On a stone, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry, On a stone, dear Henry, dear Henry, a stone. The stone is too dry, dear Liza, dear Liza, The stone is too dry, dear Liza, too dry. Well wet it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry, Well wet it, dear Henry, dear Henry, wet it. With what shall I wet it, dear Liza, dear Liza? With what shall I wet it, dear Liza, with what? Try water, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry, Try water, dear Henry, dear Henry, water. In what shall I fetch it, dear Liza, dear Liza? In what shall I fetch it, dear Liza, in what?In a bucket, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry, In a bucket, dear Henry, dear Henry, a bucket. There’s a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza, There’s a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, a hole. Use your head, then! dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry, Use your head, then! dear Henry, dear Henry, use your head! I think there’s a hole in that too, Liza. There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold And she’s buying a stairway to heaven. When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for. Ooh, ooh, and she’s buying a stairway to heaven. There’s a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure ‘Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings. In a tree by the brook, there’s a songbird who sings, Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven. yes spell check, misgiven is a word. because Robert Plant and Jimmy Page say so. who are you to question Robert Plant and Jimmy Page? Ooh, it makes me wonder, Ooh, it makes me wonder. There’s a feeling I get when I look to the west, And my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, And the voices of those who stand looking. Ooh, it makes me wonder, Ooh, it really makes me wonder. And it’s whispered that soon, if we all call the tune, Then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn for those who stand long, like all those spring-breakers at Disney World right now. And the forests will echo with laughter. If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now, It’s just a spring clean for the May queen. is that a bustle in your hedgerow, or are you just happy to see me? Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run There’s still time to change the road you’re on. And it makes me wonder.Your head is humming and it won’t go, in case you don’t know, The piper’s calling you to join him, Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know Your stairway lies on the whispering wind? And as we wind on down the road Our shadows taller than our soul. There walks a lady we all know Who shines white light and wants to show How everything still turns to gold. her name is Galadriel. And if you listen very hard The tune will come to you at last. but check the copyright first, just to be safe. When all are one and one is all To be a rock and not to roll. And she’s buying a stairway to heaven. Harry is sunshine on a cloudy day. In a cavern, In a canyon, Excavating for a mine, Dwelt a miner forty-niner, And his daughter Clementine.Oh my darling, Oh my darling, Oh my darling Clementine, You are lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry Clementine. Oh my darling, Oh my darling, Oh my darling Clementine, You are lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry Clementine. Light she was and like a fairy, And her shoes were number nine; Herring boxes, without topses, don’t even start with me spell check. Sandals were for Clementine. Oh my darling, Oh my darling, Oh my darling Clementine, You are lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry Clementine. Harry and Kelly kissing in a tree. whoops, wrong song. Drove she ducklings to the water, Every morning just at nine; Hit her foot against a splinter, Fell into the foaming brine. Oh my darling, Oh my darling, Oh my darling Clementine, You are lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry Clementine. Ruby lips above the water, Blowing bubbles, soft and fine; But Alas! I was no swimmer, So I lost my Clementine. Oh my darling, Oh my darling, Oh my darling Clementine, You are lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry Clementine. When the miner forty-niner, Soon began to peak and pine, Thought he oughter join his daughter. Now he’s with his clementine. Oh my darling, Oh my darling, Oh my darling Clementine, You are lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry Clementine. In a corner of the churchyard, Where the myrtle boughs entwine, Grow the roses in their poses, Fertilized by Clementine. Hannibal would like that verse. Oh my darling, Oh my darling, Oh my darling Clementine, You are lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry Clementine. In my dreams she still doth haunt me, Robed in garments soaked in brine. Though in life I used to hug her, Now she’s dead, I’ll draw the line. boy am I glad my grandma left off these last few verses when she used to sing it to me. Oh my darling, Oh my darling, Oh my darling Clementine, You are lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry Clementine. How I missed her, how I missed her How I missed my Clementine. So I kissed her little sister, And forgot my Clementine. manwhore. Oh my darling, Oh my darling, Oh my darling Clementine. You are lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry Clementine. Oh my darling, Oh my darling, Oh my darling Clementine, You are lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry Clementine. sorry not sorry. Words. huh. yeah. what are they good for? absolutely nothing. say it again. writer’s block is real.
a bubble-gum sweet fanvid, to cleanse your palette:
Nowhere in Particular RA 