Richard Armitage: Better than grapefruit

Setting the stage: yesterday I had one of those days experienced by many women during their reproductive years. (Don’t worry, that’s all I’m going to say about it.) Me, I’m always confused about my identity on days like that. Mostly because I have vehement feelings that seem so viscerally real. They’re not unusual in content — just oddly intense versions of things I think and perceive on normal days. To give a hypothetical example: on a normal day, I like grapefruit juice and drink a glass, usually cut with soda water, for breakfast. If I’m a bit stressed, my love of grapefruit might extend to a craving for grapefruit soda (Fresca, if I indulge, or maybe Blue Sky, if I’m feeling flush). But on a day like yesterday, I think that I’ll die in the morning if I don’t immediately down a quart of grapefruit juice straight, I make an extra trip to the grocery store to buy a gallon and discover no one sells it in that size, I wonder if that omission signals a sales opportunity going begging, and I slowly become convinced as the day wears on that the only possible future for me lies in grapefruit farming or citrus marketing and sales. I ponder what I’d have to do to become grapefruit’s Anita Bryant (minus the political opinions). Unfortunately, those feelings are never euphoric (to put it mildly). But then, as always, the tide breaks, and I think to myself, “who was that with the grapefruit? Surely not Servetus! Thank heavens I didn’t move my retirement money into that grapefruit stock opportunity.” The real puzzler is why, after thirty years of this, it’s always such a surprise when it happens, month after month after month.

Anyway.

That’s why I didn’t write anything under the picture I posted yesterday, beyond the caption. I wanted to. I wanted to write a paean to all things lovely, of which Armitage was lovely thing-in-chief. But I thought, “you are in the grip of your hormones again and you will regret having said anything you publish, which will be the rhetorical equivalent of having purchased a citrus orchard.” I was, quite literally, transfixed. Some of that has to be related to dopamine uptake, I suspect. I feel subconsciously lousy, and so looking at a picture over a long period of time, or again and again, delivers repeated hits to those pleasure receptors. In that sense, a photo of Richard Armitage is like grapefruit, but doesn’t give me sore lips. He is, indeed, frighteningly, breathtakingly: beautiful. Luminous, an adjective used by at least four commentators here before. Suffused with light — a particular comfort on an emotionally dark day.

The thing is that, unlike the grapefruit intake, this passion doesn’t wane. On the morning after, I’ll lay off the grapefruit for a few days, or return to my normal intake, but photos of Armitage have become a regular source of pleasure. It’s slowly becoming a second language for me. I know just which pictures I need to look at to articulate my feelings, or to make myself smile. (Love, for example, the montage at Richard Armitage Online and often that is sufficient to start off my day, especially the picture of Guy looking back over his right shoulder and the one of Dr. Alec Track looking over his left.) Sometimes I think I wouldn’t have to write anything here, either to process this reaction or to communicate it. I could just post two Lucases, a Gisborne, a Harry Kennedy and a Thornton and have done with it. To wit [Courtesy of Richard Armitage Central Gallery: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5:

The above would be a sort of “say it with Armitage” rebus for yesterday that read, approximately “need some friendly concern; should look closely to see what the problem is; once I’ve identified the problem I need to be forceful, as this feeling is irritating; you know, affection is really the answer after all; though I’d better make sure that my knee-jerk reactions aren’t getting the better of me.” Maybe I’m deluding myself, but I don’t think this would actually work with grapefruit, which is relatively personally unexpressive and stable in meaning. Can you even say, “I’m sad” with grapefruit? But if I developed a sufficiently complex semiotics of Armitage, I suspect, I could stop speaking altogether and just flash a series of pictures on the screen.

So I started prepared to make an emotional confession, but I guess I’m backing off. For today, anyway. At least until the next time this thing gets me in its grip.

Can’t help but mention, in closing, that I wonder whether Richard Armitage will ever be photographed with grapefruit. Servetus can dream, right?

~ by Servetus on January 26, 2011.

129 Responses to “Richard Armitage: Better than grapefruit”

  1. “I wanted to write a paean to all things lovely, of which Armitage was lovely thing-in-chief. But I thought, β€œyou are in the grip of your hormones again and you will regret having said anything you publish, which will be the rhetorical equivalent of having purchased a citrus orchard.”

    I’m sorry, but I couldn’t stop laughing. LOL! I think we all understand cravings at That Time of the Month (as my mom used to say). As for posting pics of RA, well you are doing a public service. So have more juice and carry on.

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  2. Dear Servetus,

    Those days are past me now (can’t say I am sorry) but having been in a sort of blue funk of the state of my health recently. (NTM spending over $400 between co-pays for doctor visits and my meds this month. I am a poor newspaper writer and this really HURTS! Yikes!) So I do know what it’s like to reach out to Mr. Armitage’s luminous, beautiful, captivating, intriguing image to help lift my spirits and make me feel better.

    It’s also why I have been putting together my little slide shows to share with other like-minded ladies . . . they cheer me up and they seem to do the same for others.

    Re grapefruit, I can only eat/drink it with sweetener added. I remember going on a grapefruit and boiled egg diet for a week in college. Lost eight pounds. Didn’t ever want to see a grapefruit or a boiled egg again. (I have since eatern boiled eggs but still leery about the grapefruit . . .) Hope the dopamine is kicking in nicely, my dear. πŸ˜€
    And you can see by our comments we readily appreciated the photo of that beautiful if bloodied angel of mercy, Sgt. Porter.

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    • I should also add I’m a bit out of it, needing to take my high-powered and VERY expensive antibiotic (grrrrrr) and my vertigo meds . . . and chill, baby, chill.

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      • I hope this antibiotic whips it.

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        • You and me both, sister. Considering how much it cost me even with insurance, it ought to make me feel like dancing the hula on my desk at work. Not that I WOULD, of course.
          Speaking of the expressiveness of grapefruit, during that same period we were dieting in college, we couldn’t sleep one night and sat in the kitchen and I drew faces on all the grapefruit–Mama, Daddy and Babies. That was very espressive grapefruit, let me tell you. πŸ˜€

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          • That’s a med I’d pay a lot for πŸ™‚

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            • Well, I didn’t actually dance on my desk, but I did make it through the day in spite of limited sleep (I felt really wired last night well into the wee hours) and got some things accomplished that needed doing, so I am making progress. *thumbs up*

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    • It occurred to me after I posted this that not every reader may find grapefruit to be the unmitigated pleasure that I do. Better than: sliced bread? (that seems to be a frequent point of comparison for things that are especially good).

      My mom told me she can’t drink it anymore, apparently it interferes with the function of certain medications.

      I’m glad we can both use photos of Armitage for what ails us. Now, if we could just find a way to make the photos cover your copays.

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      • LOL! That would really be nice! To make the Luscious One’s photos somehow cover those medical costs . . . I am sure there are things I adore eating/drinking that would leave y’all cold.

        I am about to eat the last slice of chocolate rum cake with fudge icing. Chocolate AND Mr. Armitage go so nicely together, I think.

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        • I’m not a huge chocolate fan, but choco rum cake I could be persuaded into. I suppose it’s all gone now 😦

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          • I ate it all, I fear. And it was good . . . Spouse is baking another cake now–not sure what kind it is. BUT–there is Moo-llenium Crunch in the freezer. Blue Bell . . .
            I paid a ridiculous amount for it but I felt need for a special treat now that my tooth extraction is healing.

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            • It is expensive. On the other hand not as bad as Ben and Jerry’s.

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              • It’s gone up about 30 cents a gallon at Wallie-World. But you are right; I can afford Blue Bell better than Chunky Monkey from Ben & Jerry’s. And it IS delicious.

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            • Servetus,

              Benny made another choccie cake. Dense, moist, with choccie chips. Ohhhhhh. I think even you as “not such a choccie” fan would like this. Any of you girls who are–I wish I could send you a piece. Yummmooo.

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              • Ang…was it the “stir it up in the pan” one? So easy and especially good warm out of the oven! My hunters go nuts over this w/ice cream.

                A husband who bakes. Wow! Mine does steaks. In fact, he cooked some for lunch. If the 4 of us got together, all we would need would be a salad. Or broccoli.

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                • NB,
                  He actually made it in a Bundt cake pan and used a cake mix that he tricked out with pudding and chocolate chips (ever seen the cookbook “The Cake Mix Doctor?” It’s great)
                  It ended up falling but oh, I always think fallen cakes taste the best. πŸ˜€ He loves baking the most, but he also grills out, makes homemade pizzas . . . really, he can cook just about anything.

                  Homemade chocolate-covered cherries. To. Die. For.

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                  • Ahh, yes! Benny just uses a bundt cake pan instead of a 9×12! Yummers! Fallen cakes ARE much much better. However, as the designated cake decorator, a fallen cake is a nightmare to deal with. I usually just start over. Eat an extra slice for me!?

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    • Angie, sweetie, here’s a hopeless addict who thanks you from the bottom of her heart for your frequent supplies of her drug of choice. Those slideshows are amazing and showcase Richard and his chaRActers beautifully!

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  3. Hilarious post! Hope you got your fill of grapefruit juice. I mostly just drink water personally…how bland of me.

    In a psychology class, we did an exercise on observation. Each student was given an orange and we were told to study it for 5 minutes. REALLY carefully get to know our orange. We were not told the purpose of this initially. Then all the oranges were mixed up. We were then tasked with finding our original oranges again from the mix. I feel sure I walked away with the correct orange while others were not so confident. I have used the skills gained in college to make a study of screencaps of Richard Armitage characters. I even made some siggies that had a picture of RA in costume and in character and asked, “Can you tell?” The point is, it is quite an education to study pictures of the characters. πŸ˜€

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    • So maybe grapefruits do have expressive potential. They’re in season here now, so I’ll have to get a 15 pound bag and test it out.

      I agree, observation is key. You can get a lot out of flipping through caps in sequence, or watching some of his stuff frame by frame.

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      • Ah frame-by-frame! As a vidder I have made a few fun discoveries, haha! Especially in Strike Back. I’ll have to find a place to post these finds since I’m not a blogger.

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        • Maybe you can do a guest post here sometime? Only if you want to, of course.

          I got into it because of the microexpressions question, and I’ve been wanting for awhile to do a post on the progression of the appearance of microexpressions across his career. I found some surprising stuff in N&S, and even in Spooks 7 (though he’s got himself under really severe control for most of that series).

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          • Actually if you really mean it then I would totally do it. I can’t bear the thought of a long-term blog but I can do a one-off, LOL! I like to show, not tell which is why I don’t write much.

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            • Absolutely. It would be a privilege. Let’s talk about this off blog. I’ll email you tomorrow if that’s ok (about to leave the computer behind for tonight).

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            • bccmee,

              I think that would be a great post! πŸ˜€

              I have noticed I can glance at photos of him in contemporary dress and know which character he is playing or if it is just RA as himself. There are differences in hairstyle/color and facial hair sometimes, but it is more than that: Lucas is different from John P. who is different from John M. who is different from . . . Richard Armitage.

              He is just Made of Awesome.

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            • bccmee / servetus
              What a great idea to combine forces. I am very much looking forward to the result!!!

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  4. I got nothin’….just logging in….

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    • Perhaps you’d like to make an entry in the “Richard Armitage is better than …” sweepstakes?

      (((Ann Marie.)))

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      • Ok, I will…Very difficult day today and this might help me reset…

        Richard Armitage is better than…..

        ~ the view from the North Rim of the Grand Canyon

        ~ The golden sunlit caps of the Alaskan Mountain Range

        ~ the blue of a cloudless South Dakota sky

        ~ seeing a lone flower bloom in the cracked clay of the Painted Desert

        ~ watching a whale breach in Prince William Sound

        ~ The pink and blue strata of an Arizona morning or the fiery orange gold of an Arizona sunset

        These are other magnificent works of G-d but none of them can look with such expression, speak with such velvet tones and although they touch my spirit they have never moved me to create as HE has done.

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        • !!!!!!

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        • Ann Marie,

          I love it! Hope it made you feel better after a tough day *hugs*

          I think you need some Dr. Track therapy.

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          • No Angie love, a day like today requires one thing, the Medieval Menace, the Lord of Leather, the Sultan of Smolder, the one, the only, Sir Guy of Gisborne.

            He WILL be mine tonight….

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            • I can see him swaggering and smoldering and smirking even now, one raven brow raised as he tugs off his black leather gloves with his gleaming white teeth in a wolfish gesture, and turns his piercing kohl-rimmed azure eyes on you . . .

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              • ..the piercing blue looks straight to the sadness of my soul..and with a sigh he opens his arms to me…I fly to him with a sob and bury my head in his shoulder as his strength surrounds me…I fold into him…and nothing else matters…

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                • He gently strokes your hair with his elegant fingers, and murmurs in your ear, in that dark chocolate voice, comforting words so soothing . . .
                  “There, there, my lady from the Land of New Jersey. You’re safe with me. I have my magical sword given me by LW and no harm shall come to you . . .”

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                  • “No Guy, in your arms no harm could ever come to me.” He holds me until with a sigh, I ease myself back to look up into those blue depths I feel my cheeks burning… as I loosen my embrace as he does the same. He smiles, “Better?”
                    “Much.”
                    I smooth the dark lock of hair that has fallen over his forehead and cup his cheek with my palm. I brush his cheekbone with my thumb and he turns his head to kiss my palm. “You will always have a very special place in my heart,” I whisper. He leans forward and kisses my forehead, “And you in mine.”

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                    • *sigh*

                      Richard Crispin Armitage, thank you so very, very much for giving us the beautiful, sensual, complex, tortured, vulnerable, ultimately heroic Character, Guy of Gisborne.

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                    • WHEN am I going to learn NOT to have my mouth full when I read this?!! When I ask? WHEN!?

                      Hugs to both of you luntics! And I mean lunatic in only the kindest way. Really.

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                    • Both of you are amazing, at this moment my problem is that I’m reading it at work and wonder how I now focus on my job? πŸ˜‰

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                    • I’m tempted to say “get a room,” except that this is so ridiculously entertaining. I just want to know why he never comes to Texas 😦

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                    • @servetus *giggle* ridiculously entertaining, yes, and completely G-rated (as much as anything with Guy ever is) sigh…

                      @NovemberBride,
                      sorry dear! servetus lost her coffee one day reading us…*occupational hazard*

                      @ania, no focus on work allowed when reading Guy! *smiles*

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                  • Ann Marie and I just took it and ran with it, what can I say. You can never go wrong with Sir Guy.

                    We are glad we entertained you all. Oh, and by the way, Guy really does prefer it if you focus just on him instead of pesky stuff like work. You must have your priorities, ladies.

                    @Servetus,

                    Stock up on Cheez-Its and Moo-llenium Crunch and the Sultan of Swagger and his hollow leg and magic sword just might head Texas way . . .

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                    • Tell him I promise to satisfy ALL his appetites. After all, all y’all are married women!!!

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                    • Servetus,

                      I will be sure and let him now. He is a man of very strong appetites.

                      As for Ann Marie and me, well–we may be married women, but we’re HUMAN and the Medieval Menace is most–forceful–in his ways of persuasion when he wants to be . . .*swoon*

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                    • Just as well I DID have my mouth empty reading all the above!! But you did set me off into an extended fit of coughing!! You girls certainly wax lyrical when it comes to Guy!! But who’s complaining?? Just keep it coming!! As for the Grapefruit, my medication prohibits such indulgences but at least I CAN have orange juice.

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                    • Is that a sign to bring out a boxing ring so that you can all fight it out. πŸ˜‰ Or maybe a culinary studio?

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        • @Ann Marie,

          I could do without the rest, but for me at least, watching a whale breach at sea has to be up there with say, seeing RA perform live on stage. If I could only choose one, I would be hard-pressed to choose between these two.

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      • @servetus,

        *whispers* I’ve mentioned to Sir Guy that when he is coming out to Texas to visit you he should let the stubble have an extra day or two of growth as he now knows servetus likes the feel of it “everywhere”. So you know, that generated a raised eyebrow and a very pleased smirk. *giggles*

        As for “persuasive” ability, I confess, when it comes to Sir Guy with me it goes something like this:

        Sir Guy: *crooks his finger in my direction* “Come here.”

        Ann Marie: “Yes, my Lord.”

        Not too difficult..*laughs*

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        • *whispers*

          Sir Guy lounges against the wall, looking down at his big, beautiful boot-shod feet, strong arms folded across his broad chest.

          I think, at first, he does not realise I am here.

          “Angie . . .” A deep, husky, yet honeyed tone caresses my ears.

          I clasp my hands together, bite my lip and try to keep from trembling with eagerness.

          He raises his head, flicking back the lustrous mane of raven hair, and turns his piercing azure gaze on me.

          A smile–slow, knowing and almost feline–crosses his handsome visage.

          “I’ve been waiting for you, Angie . . .”

          *sighs deeply with a faraway look in my eyes*

          Anyway, that’s the sort of MO the Marvelous Medieval Menace uses with me. And he doesn’t have to ask me TWICE, let me tell you.

          Enjoy your visit with him, Servetus!! *grin*

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          • I think that’s him, rapping impatiently on my office door right now. I’ll let you know how it goes!

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          • Wait! Sir Guy! You can’t bring a horse into a public building in the state of Texas ! ….

            more tomorrow …

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            • Whoo-hoo!!! Ride ’em, cowboy!

              (Have I mentioned I would like to see Mr. Armitage play some sort of cowboy?? He looks so good on horebaxk . . .)

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            • Sir Guy thinks,”this one is going to take some work.” ……

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              • “But I am not one to back down from a challenge! I have my Magic Sword, my noble dark steed–and a sudden craving for Cheez-Its!?!” Sir Guy mutters with steely resolve.

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                • Sir Guy scoops up servetus in his strong arms and and swings her up into the saddle. His powerful thighs hoist him into the saddle ehind her. He places her hands on the pommel, the hardness of his chest against her back, the scent of horse and leather and male surrounding her. Servetus leans back as his arms come around her grasping the reins. He lowers his mouth, his breath in her ear, the stubble from his cheek grazing her cheek.

                  He rumbles, “Are you ready?” Senses afire, she shivers from the sensation….

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                  • A dark, delicious chuckle sounds in Servetus’ ear, just as she feels the slightest nip of her lobe by those gleaming white teeth.
                    “Do you shiver in fear, my lady–or in anticipation?”

                    “Oh–anticipation. Definitely, Sir Guy.”

                    “Good. For this night is made for pleasure.”

                    He pauses a moment.
                    “You do have a well-stocked pantry?” He asked, a hopeful note in his deep voice.

                    “Absolutely. You won’t go hungry tonight, Sir Guy . . .”

                    Another seductive honeyed laugh that sent a thrill coursing through her veins.

                    “Well, then, to your abode we go. For I am ravenous tonight–in every way . . .”

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                    • OK, gang, Servetus is writing the rest of this story!

                      And yes, Sir Guy, I’ve got plenty of Cheez-Its at home. Along with something I know you’ll love: chile con queso. Fiery, smooth, cheesy, all at the same time.

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                    • I’ll be right back y’all, I need a cold shower…. *grins* *races to the shower*

                      Ann Marie thinks to herself…I can’t wait to see how this ends..”

                      Will the Medieval Menace be sent back to LW whimpering fro exhaustion and begging for mercy? Me thinks so…but stay tuned..in our next episode…

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                    • Servetus,

                      I do want you to know Guy is not one to kiss and tell. He is a noble knight, after all.
                      Chile con queso . . . he will love that!! Have fun . . .

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                    • Sheesh! Someone call the warden quick! He forgot to lock the cells tonight.

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                    • Actually, I am retiring my “pen” for the night and reading more Mansfield Park on the Kindle . . . with its very proper and demure little heroine, Fanny Price.
                      (But she is not nearly as much fun as Ann Marie and I are *giggle*)

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                    • OK, sending him back fed, watered, and washed. He may need a night off, I was extremely demanding. Report to follow. I hope he had a good time, but he may need to train a little …

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                    • @servetus, why are there patches of stubble missing from his face?????

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          • Why does it feel so wrong to like Guy so much? Makes me seem so damn shallow!

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            • Emphatically not — unless you assume that all that attracts you to Guy is his appearance or the deceptive simplicity of the “pantomime” aspects of the character. But I’m going to argue in the next twenty minutes or so that such a conclusion is unfeasible.

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              • @servetus, I thought you would be “otherwise engaged” this evening..*grins*

                @judiang, “If loving him is wrong, I don’t want to be right..” There are reasons to love him….if he was shallow it wouldn’t last…

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              • On paper, the character goes against all of my feminist tendencies. A medieval knight would not mesh very well with me. And there is the problem of being a sadistic murderous henchman. Plus there is the classic compulsion of women to “save” the bad boy, who is really just a misunderstood, conflicted, tortured, tragic person. *Sniff* I would run from somebody like this in real life, but find such a character absolutely riveting in fiction land. I feel slightly ashamed of myself for considering this a guilty pleasure.

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              • Ooo, I hope you’re preparing a thoroughly analysis of the modern feminine psyche in connection with this type of character. πŸ˜‰

                Also, would we be drawn to Guy if he hadn’t been played by RA? Can we separate the two? Personally, I don’t think so.

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                • Hmm, lots to write about. I actually have Porter / SB for Fanstravaganza, and I’m planning to do a piece on this issue for that role.

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  5. Well, there cannot be too many pics posted, can there?

    And grapefruit juice with club soda is perfect summer fare for those who don’t have a madly sweet tooth. Well, choc and nuts… and Laura Secord Miniatures…

    Having marked the end of “fertility” some years ago, I entered a year of mourning for the end of a personal era. Never had major cramps, morning sickness in pregnancy or hot flashes; just some moodiness and discomfort and tendency to burst into tears for no discernible cause. (Woof, am I ever going to pay in my next life!! In spades) It was the end of an era of life. And deserved some mourning.

    Pillars is beginning now on CBC, so, signing off.

    Angie, just keep the best care of yourself possible.

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    • @fitzg,

      Thanks, I am trying. Benny is doing a wonderful job trying to keep me in line.

      My last few years of fertility were, shall we say, hellish. So it was with a sigh of relief when it all stopped. And yes, as the end of an era, and feeling a bit “old,” I felt a certain melancholy, too. But the hellish part I never want to experience again!!

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    • I agree. Where pictures are concerned too much is not enough.

      Since I’m not planning to reproduce, I’ve been waiting my whole life for my reproductive years to be over πŸ™‚ I was thinking yesterday after I wrote this that I’m definitely on the home stretch πŸ™‚

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  6. I know, Angie. It would be hypocritical to say I feel your pain. But younger sister had endless gyno problems, the whole spectrum.

    But you have even more health issues. Thank heaven for your husband. And for your own spirit and.determination.
    SLAINTE!

    And keep your head on fanfic and blogs and Downton and Pillars…

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    • I know people who deal with many of the same things I do and don’t have the support from family that I do, so I consider myself really fortunate in that regard, fitzg. My sisters are very understanding and my dear mom always worried about Angie and her “problem” . . . I don’t think my boss quite understands, but he IS a typical man *wink*

      Don’t worry, the fun stuff (i.e., RA and good TV/Films) will always have a place in my life.

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  7. @Angie, thanks love, this was just what I needed tonight..and to top it off, my husband surprised me by changing the sheets on the bed after I had washed them…it ended up being a really great night. Sorry we commandeered your blog servetus..it was an “emergency”.

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    • I’m so glad I could be of service–well, Guy and I. We make a good team *grin* And glad it worked out to be a much better night than it started out!! I think Doctor Servetus understands about just such emergencies.

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    • i’m for men who do some housework. I feel like they should get a raise.

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      • My mother-in-law, who raised four boys, made sure they all knew the basics of cooking and how to operate a washing machine. Her husband couldn’t boil water and he had to learn so much after her health declined. He once heated up a take-out meal in the oven–still in its styrofoam box.

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  8. OMG Servetus! You had me belly laughing! I wish I had the craving for grapefruit juice instead of chocolate or potato chips — much more healthy!!
    And flashing pictures of RA like a semaphore to communicate is an awesome idea! Or how about a poker game? I’ll see your John Porter and raise you a Gisborne!
    Plus I think I’ve said it somewhere before, possibly on Nat’s blog, because she has often wondered how he smells — someone needs to make an Armitage Cologne — with a base note of citrus (particularly grafefruit).
    Sigh — Armitage therapy is very nice, isn’t it?

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  9. Grapefruit juice hmmm, chocolate always helps me, which is not very healthy so I’ll have to try the grapefruit. Armitage therapy is also good, if not the best πŸ™‚ Currently, the wallpaper in my laptop at home is Mr. Thornton, in the office work too (I only hope that our computer service technician will not have anything against it);-)

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    • They’re in season here right now, so that helps — fresh is always good. I don’t especially like the juice out of the can.

      I kind of feel like if you spend a whole day staring at a screen, you should get the wallpaper you want. And if the technician is jealous, well, that’s his problem, no? πŸ™‚

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      • Amen. Since I have both my iMac and my laptop on my work desk most days, I think I ought to have a lovely fellow like RA to gaze upon. Nobody much here knows who he is, of course, although with CA and The Hobbit coming up, that should change . . . actually, my co-workers refer to him as “Angie’s other husband” LOL

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      • You’re right, I will not worry about the technician. Besides, my wallpaper is: 1) obviously for the repose of my eyes πŸ™‚ 2) my inspiration, when I have to be creative so I need something to take this inspiration πŸ˜‰

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    • Remember, Ania, that dark chocolate (when eaten in moderation) has quite a few health benefits. In addition to being delish!!

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      • @angieklong, oh yeah definitely treat it as a cure πŸ˜‰ but seriously speaking when I buy chocolate, I try to make it was chocolate with a high content kacao (eg, 90% cocoa content) and how to add a cup of coffee, one of Jane Austen’s books (eg . Pride and Prejudice) or watching Mr. Thornton (when I’m nervous), or Guy of Gisborne (when I’m sad), then I can say that there is no greater delights πŸ™‚

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  10. As a chocoholic I have yet to try grapefruit as a healthy means of satifying monthly cravings! πŸ™‚ However the hunger for pictures, series, voice-overs and audiobooks with a certain actor seem to occur independently of time, place or date!
    @Ania: I would never have the courage to have Richard on my desktop at work or at home, but I have now got to the point where I regularly check certain web-sites openly at both places. I have offered no word of explanation at work as to who this person is. They probably have me down as bonkers!

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    • I have started carrying my iThornton bag to class with me sometimes, and displaying my “Mrs. Richard Armitage” mug on my desk. Almost no one here knows who he is, so I am safe.

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  11. Dr. Rob recommends taking 2000 ICUs of vitamin C a week before. You might want to add Vitamin D around 10,000 ICUs per day, if you aren’t already taking any. Then follow up with your daily dose of Armitage.

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    • Hmm. I might try the C. I am not worried about D because I eat tons of D-rich foods and live in a sunny place and usually don’t use sunscreen. 10,000 is a lot of D, though.

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      • You can ask your doc to test your vit D levels most people are D-deficient. You can take up to 50,000 ICUs per day. I take 5,000 in the summer and 10,000 in the winter. The grapefruit craving makes me think you are vita c deficient. Or you might want to take a really good women’s vitamin.

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        • @Rob,

          Most FMS patients are Vit D deficient and frequently Vit B-12 deficient as well. If you are low on Vit D, any calcium supplements won’t absorb well in your system. I actually was so low on B-12 at one time I had to give myself intramuscular injections at home (I had a car accident just before I was diagnosed–I was so exhausted I didn’t even see the other car).

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        • Yep, what @Rob said. The D also aids sleep. And magnesium and calcium kick in on the sleep too. I’ve battled insomnia all my life and w/these, no naps and fresh air in copious amounts, I fall right to sleep. Ok, that’s sort of a lie. I’ve found another aid…listening to a certain Voice reading to me. About 5 mins. in, I’m nodding off. =) (Best source for C, that I’ve found, is elderberry juice. This subject, like books, get me going!)

          Also have had a rather colorful female history. The research I’ve done since my hysterectomy leads me to believe that I had a severe calcium deficiency all my life thus horrendous cramps, awful morning sickness, PMS mood swings a la Frankenstein’s Bride and hot flashes from you know where. I think G-d gave me sons to spare a daughter any chance of being handicapped with my genetics.

          I like others here, do NOT miss those days. At all. I am of the opinion that all women should during their yearly checkup, have tests run for hormone, vitamin & mineral deficiencies.

          Now, to end on a positive note, having had the hysterectomy about 15 yrs ago…things have improved in the romance department drastically!!! I think not fearing pregnancy at long last freed me. Sorry if that’s too much information, but I’ve found many women who have agreed vehemently with that deduction. Weird huh? I’ll hush now.

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          • NovBride Not too much info. I think we all benefit when women discuss their health issues and struggles. We should share knowledge and info with one another. I had health issues after the birth of my daughter and it took a few years and a great doc to get it all sorted out. I take a butt load of supplements, practice non-western healing techiques and take bio identical hormones and have been feeling great for quite awhile now.

            And when I hear of women and their health struggles, I want to say,”Don’t give up.” Our traditional health care system is focused on sickness not wellness. Here’s a link to http://www.womensinternational.com/ it has a list of docs who work with bio identicals.

            I went on a tangient here, Sev I hope this is appropriate for you blog.

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            • We all need to support one another, I think, and that includes in terms of health and wellness.

              I drank a big glass of orange juice this morning (can’t quite handle grapefruit juice) and quite enjoyed it. Benny laughs because my multi-vitamins are actually gummis–but yes, adult vitamins with lots of B-12 to help boost energy. Nothing wrong with your vitamins tasting good, too, is there? *wink* I am also taking supplements for my joints as I definitely have osteoarthritis in the Even Worse Knee and a degree of it in the Bad Knee.

              And of course, the daily dose of Armitage Therapy. I love how inexpensive that is compared to everything else!!

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        • I’d be extremely surprised if I were D-deficient (or calcium deficient, for that matter). I drink between 20-30 oz of fortified milk a day, eat tuna and salmon two to three times a week, and am outside in the sun for probably twenty minutes a day. I take a hefty B supplement, though.

          I think what I’m craving with the grapefruit is the way it feels in my mouth, i.e., I really do think it’s a dopamine issue.

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  12. Consider yourself lucky,Servetus, such a healthy craving! πŸ˜‰ During that time of the month, I would wish to crave for a grapefruit!

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  13. I think you’ve hit on a new field of RA studies – The Psychoneuroendocrinology of being a Richard Armitage fan πŸ˜‰

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    • πŸ™‚ I wonder if we can get a grant to set up a lab. President Obama said last night that we need to spend more money on R & D.

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      • Well, if other researchers can get funding to see if looking at women’s breasts every morning has a positive impact on men’s mood each day, I don’t see why not!

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        • Didn’t Auguste Renoir say that he wouldn’t have taken up painting if it hadn’t been for the female breast – or words to that effect. So just think what a study into – as Skully called it – “The Psychoneuroendocrinology of being a Richard Armitage fan” could do! The possibilities are endless!!

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        • Wow, seriously?

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