Me, Uncouth?

Have you ever had an uncomfortable celebrity encounter? Oh, I never have [looks at heaven for possible lightning].

For those who have been so lucky, there’s a place to share the shame at the aptly named Awkward Celebrity Encounters:

I’m so glad, Abby, the blog’s owner, has made it available since it’s a balm for those recovering from a less than stellar experience. Of course I wouldn’t know anything about that. Just sayin’.

And now for the part where my curiosity kicks in ’cause I’m interested in everything and frequently compelled to ask questions.

So Abby, how did you get started drawing? Were you always attracted to caricature or cartoon drawing?

I’ve doodled and drawn comics since I was a teenager. In high school I did autobiographical comic strips to blow off steam and have a laugh with my friends and poke fun at myself and my family.

What gave you the idea for the blog?

I’ve actually had a number of awkward celebrity encounters myself. I like hearing other people’s stories, because an otherwise-normal person will react totally weirdly when they meet someone famous. Meeting a celebrity is a charged moment, maybe because our expectations come face-to-face with reality in a very confined space.

That’s so well put! Uh, well, it sounds like what it might be like. Anything else?

My greatest inspiration was probably the comic strip Pathetic Geek Stories, by Maria Schneider. I loved the format, where readers submitted their stories and she drew them as comics – it was almost like therapy. I use more of a mash-up style, combining my doodles with photographs of celebrities, because I lack confidence and I’m lazy.

Wow. That’s honest. And frankly, your honesty is what makes the drawings work so well, and I love the mash-up style. The juxtaposition is eye-catching.

Of course I also want to hear about your discovery of Richard Armitage and what you think of him. Always love to hear about that.

My British friend Laura came over for a girls’ movie-night-in, and she brought her “Vicar of Dibley” DVDs with her. Alas, they were British-region format discs and they wouldn’t play in my U.S. machine.

I was ready to suggest something else, but Laura had just come from work, so she whipped out her laptop computer and she was like, “I’m sorry, but you HAVE to see this.” So we hunched over on my sofa and watched Vicar of Dibley “Wholly Holy Happy Ending” on a tiny laptop screen without my ever having seen a single Vicar of Dibley episode before. Of course we were both laughing to the point of tears.

It wasn’t exactly love at first sight, but later that week I watched “North and South” on Netflix Streaming and then RA had me hook, line and sinker.

Nowadays, Laura sees me coming and crosses to the other side of the street.

LOL!   Ahem.

By the way, I wish I had read your advice for meeting celebrities before I met one. Not that it wasn’t great. It was wonderful, fantastic, what dreams are made of…[fingers crossed behind my back].

A little bio in case you want to know more:

Abby grew up in New York City, earning notoriety for angrily slamming her bedroom door in NYU faculty housing a record 5,047,863 times in a single week at age 14. She is now happily married to her own 6’2″, baritone-voiced dream, lives in Connecticut, and is devoted to her two young daughters (as long as nothing new has been posted to the “Richard Armitage” tag on tumblr in the past 5 seconds). She is literally the last person on Earth who doesn’t own a smartphone.

We need to talk about the smartphone, but thankfully she has a blog where you can track her down. You can also catch up with her on her other blog and on Twitter.

Note: hopefully next post is my celebrity encounter.

Barney Stubble

Perhaps I’ve threatened to quit blogging one too many times. Let me assure those who sent me notes. I’m not quitting. I’ve just been busy and had toons on my mind lately. Blame it on the notion of Comic-Con which has me boning up on all things that make fanboys lose sleep. Of course after yesterday, I may blog about Richard Armitage for another five years. No, even I couldn’t talk about him that much.

Then I see something like this:

and chuckle at the thoughts which fly through my head. There wasn’t an urge to number the stubble but rather name the ones under his chin who have lived with him and seen all manner of things. Oh my Barney has gotten an eyeful, and what oh what has Barney endured? There’s a story. :D

Some of you are thinking, “Barney is not an elegant enough name for Richard’s stubble,” and maybe you’re right, but such is the pitfall of having Comic-Con as a filter for the next few weeks and for which RA is responsible.

And with all this talk of defection in recent weeks, I have a confession. I have become a Tolkien fan, which was not in my plans. Quite awhile back I started reading The Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings for the second time. My first reading was at the ages of 14 and 15 and read in part because my guy friends were all reading them, and I wanted to know what was so intriguing. Their discussions also made it obvious my education was not as well-rounded as it should have been. So mostly my curiosity and pride were at work as the impetus, and any satisfaction was clinical. This time around I was just reading for enjoyment, for the wonder of it. And obviously I did enjoy them, but in the middle of all that reading, I began partaking of Tolkien’s essays and letters and fell in love with him.

Yeah, there he is. Can you see my grin?

In particular the ability and encouragement to fantasize in a way that’s edifying makes him irresistible. And that is the point isn’t it? To be edified. That may sound odd coming from the author of a blog like this one (or maybe not), but there has been something edifying about the process here. Oh, sometimes it gets boring. Yes, there it is. Sometimes I get bored with all of this. How many times can you look at the same photo of someone?

But what I’ve been trying to say in my diary entries is how I’ve become utterly obsessed with what words can do and how I came to give myself permission to explore that. As a reader, I’ve always adored others’ abilities to handle words, but I never thought to articulate the wild thoughts in my head. I was a geek and a musician who loved to spend countless hours solving a problem or playing with notes. Playing with the phrasing in a musical piece. But to do something similar with words? No, I could never do that. It was left for the few who mysteriously had some sort of gift. My imagination would have to remain locked up and privy only to me. I was good in math and had better pursue it or something related to it since I didn’t have the “gift.”

If I get the courage worked up enough, I’ll continue the entries. Mostly, I have to forget that you’re all here. It’s only when I post as musing to myself that I can really proceed. Thankfully, I realized before I started this blog that it doesn’t matter if what I say here is perfectly lucid or smacks of great ability. It’s something and better than nothing, and most important that I’ve let myself go to a much freer place. Tolkien is a balm in this respect. I plan to take out his words and review them when I’m feeling the infection of performance mentality, and I love this quote no matter how incessantly it’s been used nor how hackneyed it’s become to some of you. It aptly sums up my presence here:

“…Not all those who wander are lost…” — PPS in a letter from Gandalf to Frodo, Fellowship of the Ring

Thank God for post scripts.

About now you might be thinking, “This blog is your wild thoughts?” No, but it has helped to keep me thinking what happens when you communicate with others in written form. My wandering here has helped me get through writing a book, and if someone had told me a few years ago that I would write a book other than a technical how-to, I would have laughed hysterically. And now I’m halfway through a novel.

But all of this is a preface to a question, really.

Can I have two infatuations? :D

Pressing Matters

This is an acknowledgment of a fellow blogger and future Richard Armitage fan, who woke up on Tuesday and found her blog had been “Freshly Pressed.” When I saw her post today, I was not the least surprised she was selected, and I know if you visit her blog, you will agree. So Congratulations, S.L. Hoffman, aka Eagle Eyed Editor! I look forward to more.

A picture to encourage her to watch ‘North and South’:

Shameless, I know, but she can thank me later.

Wait. Wait.

A crisis of conscience is crashing over my head. Have I really been in this Richard Armitage frenzy for over four years and blogging about it for over two?! What?!!

It’s the zombie apocalypse. This is how it looks. Just sayin’. In case you wondered. So don’t be frightened. It’s good for now, but sometimes dinner burns. And it beats the hell out of chewing off someone’s face (nope, not even going to put up a link. vomit). No wonder I’ve immersed myself in this!! Okay, I think I’m all better.

Now go buy some gold for the coming economic disaster. Not gold certificates but the real stuff. And then come back and watch ‘North and South with a bunch of us.

Screencap courtesy of RichardArmitageNet.Com

edit: for those who found some of my comments cryptic, just know that zombie apocalypse, which was already a big meme, is now being applied to the incidents involving a drug referred to as “bath salts.” Supposedly the drug turns people into cannibals. There are now at least two recorded and verified instances of this in the U.S. Sickening and definitely makes me want to immerse myself in something that feels good. I actually had a nightmare about this. Mostly thinking of my girls who live in NYC and hoping they look out for themselves and for friends (some of them RA fans) who live in Florida.

Surveying the Landscape

I’ve spent the last couple of weeks thinking about whether or not I should continue this blog. Yeah, I know I’ve said this before. Part of it is my circumspect gene pestering me. Always pestering me. Always putting me in check, and then years go by, and I regret I got in the box, that my creativity was so squelched it’s a miracle it survived. But why do I listen? Very simple answer. I don’t want to be a fool. I do not want to be a fool. Yes, I said that twice. And the reality is I’m not a fool. I have been sensible almost from the time I exited the hatch. Sensible is my frigging middle name. At least according to my family and all who have known me with more than a passing acquaintance. But back there in childhood I was able to be sensible and creative.

The other part I’ve been mulling is my longing to do something else in cyber world, and I am going to do something else. Not now, but it’s coming, and sometimes I have a hard time not talking about it. I get excited while I’m working on it and want to start gabbing, but it’s not time. Some of you know, but keep it to yourself please since I’m not ready yet.

For now I’m continuing this blog for too many reasons to explain. Suffice to say Richard Armitage is just a small part of it. No offense, Rich.

And thanks to all of you for listening to my stuff or at least some of it.

Screencap courtesy of RichardArmitageNet.com

Google, I love you, but you’re doing me dirty today

I have not been able to access my Gmail account for several hours (Temporary Error 500 with code 93, which means it’s a Google server error). Very frustrating — especially considering I have some information stored there for my next post. Given that I’ve been thwarted, I’m reverting to my back up account, which is the same address as my main account but with a 1 on the end of the name. So yeah, that means it’s RAFrenzy1ATgmailDOTcom. My only real problem is I do not have any contacts and email created in the last few weeks. I usually back up once a month but wasn’t due yet hence the need to come with this post. And yes, this is a bit of a vent. LOL!

That aside, I hope everyone is having a good day. I am in spite of this; I think.

This sort of sums up where I’m at:

Screencap courtesy of RichardArmitageCentral

A Mother of a Housekeeper

All blogs are subject to what is known as link rot, i.e., a linked page goes away and the reader hits “404 Not Found” when the link is clicked. Site owners HATE THIS, and I’m no exception. I try to stay on top of it by various methods. There are apps that can be run to check, and this helps. But I haven’t found one that is 100% accurate, so I still have to check manually. I usually do this as a result of people accessing old pages. That was the case this evening when I happen to notice a very old post was being read. Of course I went over to read it too and discovered to my dismay that the site I had linked no longer exists. But thankfully, this site was cached (copies of the webpages saved) by the Internet Archive, also commonly known as The WayBack Machine. I actually send these people money because they’re preserving a precious part of the web. They preserve some trash too, but hey, as long as I can find most of the precious stuff among the trash, then I’m cool with however they keep house!

And this evening, I’m so grateful for them as I would not have been able to so easily keep this post current and pleasurable.

Enjoy! and maybe say a word or two of encouragement to the folks at the Internet Archive. A couple of dollars doesn’t hurt either.

One last thing. If you notice any of my links have rotted, would you send me a note! Thanks. :D

Now back to what I was doing, which is trying to finish an interview piece.

A Sticky Wicket

It’s been two years and a few days since I started this blog, which has been so much fun and hopefully can continue. Before I resume, there is something I need to address to dispel any confusion about where I stand on a particular issue. I was hoping this would go away, but that’s not happening, and the reason to address it is now manifold: I was not able to clarify myself elsewhere due to the closing of comments, I have received a significant amount of email and private messages and been replying to it individually which is outpacing my ability to keep up, and I want my position on record for future readers.

The lay of the land shifted a bit in RA blogosphere when another blogger decided to publish a real person fic featuring herself and Richard Armitage. She has said the nature of it may be graphic. Not one cell in my body desires to read that, and really, I wouldn’t want to read it no matter if Richard Armitage were the other person or if it were someone else. This has little to do with him being a celebrity and everything to do with the fact he is a real person, and the blogger is a real person, and further that I’ve counted her a friend. I don’t want to read about a friend’s sexual encounters. It’s too personal and not for me to know even if it is supposed to be a metaphor. The presence of a real person makes the sexual encounter (real or imagined) obliterate the story.

I have said I do not believe in censorship, and I don’t. Plus, I have no authority nor do I want any in order to tell her what she should and should not write. However, I do believe in discretion. I also feel very protective of the blogger and hate to see this kind of emotional vulnerability to a general public that does not really care about her, and I believe these pieces will just bring confusion to most who read them in addition to being disrespectful to the other person in the fic who is not there willingly. It may be the ultimate objectification of Richard Armitage.

The real shame to me is all of the brilliant and creative things she’s written could be eclipsed for the general public.

I love the blogger in question, and I’m not going to turn my back on her, but I hate the feeling that these writings mar the fun and rewarding things we’ve done almost as if being dragged down into some mud and everything becoming coated with it.

Closing comment as of April 14, 2012:

In the interest of not bringing more attention to this particular situation, I’m placing my closing remarks on the discussion which ensued as this edit instead of as another post.

I had a lengthy post written to explain my viewpoint and to address all of the questions. It was written fairly tightly. But it was written to persuade, and I just don’t want to argue. It’s enough to say I love creativity and more often than not err on the side of being very liberal about it but have a personal boundary. Obviously, the boundary was crossed with the fiction. The misunderstanding about my support of it and the concern about the author prompted me to post this piece. Hopefully, the sequence of events is finally clear to most of you. As to Richard Armitage, this isn’t so much about him as it’s about what I deem a matter of respect toward anyone — including the author. Of course we can agree to disagree on all of this, and that’s how I’m thinking of it. This is all I have to say on it for now. Best to all of you; I’m moving on.

Here We Go!

Into year three of this blog. Will I make it to the end? Who knows?! I surely don’t, but wherever I’m going, I hope you come along.

And I’m still having fun even when I look like a complete fool. Be sure to listen to this one to the end. :D

Are you grinning?

No statistics this year. Let’s just say that despite my near hiatus in the fall, I wrote some more posts, a lot more of you were kind enough to give me some love by reading, and I’m more addicted to the experience. Hope you are too. Let’s have some more fun!

Where To Next?

That really is a question I need to answer. With 396 posts in draft mode, and assuming only 10% of those are worth finishing, I’ve got plenty to draw from. But sometimes that’s the problem. Yeah, I know too much is a good problem, but it is a problem. And I really need to finish my diary entries even if they bore some of you. They’re cathartic for me, and as much as I love interacting with all of you (have I told you how much I enjoy that?! ‘Cause I do!), this blog is for me to let my hair down and maybe flex my creative muscle at times. Yeah, can you believe it, this is supposed to be creative. LOL!

I do have more interviews coming, and from fans some of you haven’t heard of. Are you interested in more of that? :D Or would you rather hear me wax on about my issues with Spooks?

Okay, a picture to explain why I have trouble continuing my rant about it:


[oh yeah, you can click to enlarge]

Candid shot courtesy of KuchingGirl