So I’ve been nominated – TAKE TWO!

For a Zeepster Award… but I’m already THE Zeepster, so we’ll take it as a Liebster Award. Basically, I have been loved on and am to spread the blog love back.

Okay, that’s a lie. I have to answer INVASIVE QUESTIONS and then tag 5 to 11 people with fewer followers than the population of China and ask them invasive questions as well.

You WILL respect my Authoritie! *slaps on rubber gloves* Although why anyone wants to know anything about yours truly is simply beyond me. Cracks Knuckles Let’s get this party started!!! Firs off, thank you OH SO VERY MUCH Funky Blue Dandelion – who can be found here… http://jazzbaby1.wordpress.com/2014/12/31/some-haushalt/  May your roots never be yanked and may the weedkiller sprayed by your gardener NEVER reach your corner of sunshine. I initially started this at 3:00 but I effed it up and now it’s 3:32… you’ll see why this is important in a few minutes…

1. Beatles or Rolling Stones?

2. What was your Richard Armitage gateway drug role?  3. What’s your favorite Richard Armitage role? Oh, like THAT”S hard… I mean, I’m sure it’s hard… I mean… ahem…  

4. What’s your favorite picture of Richard Armitage? Well, there is the one he and I took in the privacy of our bed on Christmas while reclining under the mistletoe… (I didn’t think you’d believe it, but it was worth a try!) Only one? Surely you jest! Including the ones above…

(I have given up all hope ever seeing this) His selfies will be the death of me.

5. What song would you like to hear in a fanvid? Any particular scenario? I think that would be an interesting concept

6. Coffee or tea? 7. If you could have dinner with any two people living or dead who would they be and why those two? Jesus Christ. We have a LOT to talk about. (No really, I’m talking about The Lord God) and THIS Goober. I like to watch him chew.

either him or my son – who I have dinner with all the time and we have amazing conversations. I’m blessed he likes to hang with me.

8. What book are you reading right now?

9. If a train leaves the station travelling east at 50 MPH and another leaves fifteen minutes later travelling west at 55 MPH how long till I start crying because I hate word problems? I was in tears after the word ‘Train’ 10. Fili or Kili?

I have lewd thoughts about what those mustache braids would be good for.

11. How long did it take you to answer these questions? TO EFFING LONG! (an hour and 10 minutes if you count that one I effed up. A little over 30 minutes for the updated and correct set!) So now, I tag you lovely people. Shall we get started?

ALL OF YOU! I’m tagging ALL of you!!! I’m as original as DIRT!!!! If you’ve EVER responded to me on this blog, your RA-happy butt has been tapped! Don’t make me go through my list and point you out and embarrass your ass, got it? And YOUR questions… shit I forgot about that.

1) What do you love more – RA or scrubbing the tile for mold.

2) LEAST favorite RA character – please go into excruciatingly painful detail and use many pictures and other miscellaneous graphics.

3) LEAST favorite RA picture – please go into excruciatingly painful detail and use many pictures and other miscellaneous graphics.

4) A book character you’d like to see RA do

5) A gift you regifted (and how quickly and why?)

6) Balin or Oin?

7) Which Dwarf do you think would win the most luxurious mane contest – NOT INCLUDING THORIN~!

8) Do you REALLY want to see the Sil done in movie(s)

9) An RA character you would like to take home and make your own for real. I mean, be realistic!

10) Mozart or Haydn or Beethoven? (Cross your eyes if you can’t tell the difference)

11) Your New Year’s Resolution list There. Go ye forth and be loved and spread love. Don’t spread germs or cooties. That’s not cool.

So, we went to visit kitties this afternoon

And after we were loved all over (and I’m still wearing the cat hair, Lord Thunderbutt decided he was bored watching us clean the box and fill food and water.

I mean, seriously bored….

One of my favorite

things during the Christmas Season – The Christmas Eve Candlelight Service.

It’s impossible to get the entire sanctuary in the lens.

Many years ago, I dated a young man of the Catholic persuasion. (Contrary to belief, I am NOT Catholic. I currently attend a Southern Baptist Church, although I admittedly do not agree with some of their doctrine. I admit, I do agree with much of the Salvationist (Salvation Army) doctrine, although our family left the ministry due to their disbelief of the Gifts of the Spirit.)

But that’s another story. Either way, he took me to the midnight Mass on Christmas Eve and it was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever witnessed.

I’m rambling. I’ve watched too many movies today and began on that lovely jacket I’ve been pining over. I’m thinking after this,  I’ll take a shower and put on either the appendixes of DoS or find something else to watch while I knit some more.

Just a simple message

A very Merry Christmas to you all.

Shit

All this wankery has given me heartburn.

My Kingdom for a bottle of Tums…

The berry ones please.

I am

not in a good mood.

I mean this is REALLY bad. Pissy shitty fucking damn it all kind of mood.

Thorin in the midst of Dragon-sickness would run like hell from my insane Southern sass and ass. And I’m done. So I’m going to say it like it is.

I won’t say I’m not taking sides, because I have and have been vocal at places. And I SOOOOO don’t care. No one is reading this anyway, because no one takes me seriously and no one thinks I have a brain in my head, anyhoo. Blah!

 

When I was a young girl, growing up, I realized that there were children I did not want to play with on the playground. I just didn’t. For various reasons; I didn’t like how they talked or how they looked at me. I didn’t like how they related to others, to me. And there were children who didn’t want to play with me on the playground for the same reasons. So we didn’t play with each other. We did not sit around the camp fire and sing Kum Bah Yah.

When I reached High School, I knew there were people I did NOT want to share a locker with, didn’t want to sit at the lunch table with, did not want to study with because I didn’t like their attitude or their personality or they way the talked to people. By the same token, there were people who didn’t want to eat lunch with me, share my locker, I REALLY didn’t want them in the car with me when I was taking Driver’s Ed.

By the time I reached college, I had come to the conclusion that there were people in this world, I could not please and absolutely did not like. I didn’t want to hang with them, sleep with them, discuss politics with them, or even study with them. And vice versa. I don’t care. I simply went into a practice room and did my thing.

But due to the VERY NATURE of my major in college – a performing art – I learned that when someone I couldn’t stand and personally would not spit on if they ran by me on fire, criticized my performance, the LEAST I could do was thank them for taking time to tell me their opinion and then actually – once the steam stopped coming out of my ears – listen again to my performance in the privacy of a practice room and typically armed with a tape recorder and decide if their criticism had merit and if there was the slightest chance that the criticism the little panty wipe I personally couldn’t stand had even the slightest hint of truth in it, I hauled my shit down to my piano professor and asked him.

And I accepted it for what it was. Or was not.

Unfortunately in today’s society, many are under the belief system that no one has the right to criticize us. How dare you? Even if one isn’t doing their job right in our esteemed opinion, we all must tell them they are wonderful, because how dare anyone burst one’s little bubble. It will hurt their widdle ego. Everyone must accept everyone, warts and all and sit around the campfire and sing Kum Bah Yah, even if you cannot carry a tune in a bucket.

What utter hogwash.  Especially if your ‘job’ deals with the teeming, unwashed masses online or off. And if your off-tune singing is knocking the rest of us off kilter.

I have been involved in various fandoms for 12 years. Policing of the fandom (telling them how to behave)  has been around since I can remember – in as much as fans telling other fans what to think and how to act. I know a few of you know who the Macey Twins are. (They will make you throw up!) So trust me when I say, policing a fandom harms and can destroy a fandom faster then a few bad performances and the perceived lousy public behavior of said celebrity.

In past years, I’ve been told I’m not a good fan because, I did not accept that the ‘big name fan’ was ‘the big fish in the little pond.’

Really.

I’ve been told I’m not a good fan because I write fanfiction. And I don’t even write RP fanfiction. I only write fake people.

But way-hey!

I’ve been told I’m a bad fan because I don’t like slash fanfiction. I’m a bad fan because I write het. Exclusively. Fake person all the fake fucking time.

I’ve been told recently in a specific fandom that I’m not a ‘good fan’ because some people truly believe there is only One Ship sailing this ocean and as I have not openly embraced and thrown my support whole-heartedly for this leaky dinghy, (Because it’s no one’s business and yes, it leaks like a cheese grater) that I am delusional. And a bad fan.

I have been told I am a bad fan because I’m Conservative. And that is why the Crucible is not showing the US. Not because another producer holds the rights to it, but because of all us dumb ignorant Republicans are too stupid to have nice things. It’s the Conservatives fault. Just like everything is.

Wah. Pass the tissues.

I’m a bad fan because apparently I’m Catholic. I’m still trying to figure that out as I currently attend a Southern Baptist Church, was raised a Salvationist, come from a long, long line of Salvation Army Officers/ministers, have wrung more bells for that Red kettle at Christmas  (and counted out a few as well) worked the food bank many years. Shoot! I was the church (Salvation Army and for a few years, Assembly of God) pianist for years – starting at age 10! I can count on both hands how many times I’ve attended a Catholic Mass. When I was in High School, a group of us snuck out a few times during Sunday Evening service and snagged someone’s car to go to St. Cecilia’s 6 PM Sunday Mass because they were FULL GOSPEL and let me tell you those people could raise the roof! A former boyfriend was Catholic. He took me to midnight Mass on Christmas Eve. It was one of the loveliest services I have ever attended. That does not make me Catholic.

I was told by another ‘fan’ a year ago that because I actually liked PJ’s vision of Tolkien’s world, for the most part, obviously I rode the Speschul Bus to school.

So, my point? My point is this…

Not everyone is going to like you. Not every one is going to agree with you. Not everyone is going to sit around the campfire and sing Kum Ba Yah with you. And if you’re not a big enough person to accept that and you don’t have your Big Girl Panties  or Your Big Boy Boxers on, well… maybe you either need to develop a thicker hide or consider a different field.

Or perhaps, you could do a little soul searching. Why does so and so think I’m not doing a good job? Does their complaint have merit? Should I act on this complaint or should I just move on?

Do I REALLY need someone to go into Protection mode for me? Am I not a big enough person to accept not everyone wants to sit at the lunch table with me or sit around the campfire and sing Kum Ba Yah with me?

Because trust me, Sugar, not everyone is going to blow sunshine up your ass. Although it feels good. And I admit I’ve been known to bitch slap anon haters.

Yes, some people over-analyze. Yes, some people go on and on and on and on like a bad case of Diarrhea. (points to self)

So… stop it. Just stop it and eat your holiday candy.

Because I’m willing to bet if YOU don’t eat your holiday candy, Richard will sneak up behind you and eat it.

I’ll be completely honest, truly BAD fans disappear in time. Ignore them. Blacklist them. I have more people and tags blacklisted, not because I’m a bad fan or have a thin skin, but because there just isn’t enough time in the day to scroll through that shit.  But if someone actually says – you know, I have a PROBLEM with this… listen.

You might learn something. No one is responsible for anyone’s behavior but you for YOUR behavior. Put on your Big Girl Panties/Big Boy Boxers and accept that not everyone want to sing with you!

Now that I have meandered aimlessly, I’m going to find something to do. Stop spanking the fandom because they won’t sing around the campfire with you and don’t think you hung the moon. And don’t spank me. Unless you’re Richard. Richard can spank me.  *looks around* I have a feather flogger somewhere…

I don’t know… SPOILERS

So last night, Spawn and I – and my POP!Thorin – went to see BOTFA. I loved it – it was awesome. We WILL see it again in the theater. Let’s hope it stays longer than 2 weeks.

However, I have more problems with this film than ANY of the ones before.

This film WAS Richard’s spotlight and triumph. Don’t get me wrong. He was pure genius! My respect for his talent and ability grew by leaps and bounds, as if that was possible. I was blown away by the sheer range of going from one extreme to the other. Martin Freeman was amazing and trust me, I embarrassed my son when he began to keen over Thorin, because I joined him. I used some tissues last night!

However, there were issues I had WITH the film and I blame the screen writers and the editors.

1. Fili. I am not the only one to complain about this and this is a problem I’ve had with the entire franchise. Yes, Kili is cute, and he’s in love with an elf, and yes all the young girls – and a few older ones – would like to take him home, but Fili is the elder and the heir and needed MORE character development than to stand around and watch. As with others, I found his death to be nothing more than a vehicle to enrage Kili and Thorin. How did he get captured? Please!
2. Did the Dwarves STOP speaking? To the best of my recollection, with the exception of Dwalin, Kili, and Balin – those boys lost their tongues and voices! They had no dialogue after they got off the boat. PJ! You spent 2 movies making us love these guys and then… nada? Nothing? HELLO??? Their beloved King has slipped into madness – I THINK they’d have something to say! Even if it was out of his earshot!
3. Beorn – If I have blinked, I would have missed him. Last I saw, he was dive-bombed into the teaming masses, turned into a bear and then…. hello?
4. Dain Ironfoot – We need MORE Dain. Really. When I think of DWARVES, I think of how Dain was written. We needed MORE.
5. Having Tea in the middle of battle – In the Extended portion of DoS and as well as in this one – it’s the middle of fricking WAR and Thorin stops and has tea and crumpets with either his dad or in this case – Dain. Hey Dain, how ya doin’ how are the wife and kids, did you get my Christmas nuts last year? How many kids to you have now? How’s the wife? Great – we’ll have to get together when this little shin-dig is over. Ah man another orc – talk to you later! Are you serious?
6. Stills not in the movie – Why am I seeing stills from the Durins burial? Did I miss it? We stayed until the end of the closing credits… Speaking of the closing credits-
7. Bain, but not the girls? – Why did Bain get a drawn picture in the closing credits, but neither one of his sisters – Jimmy Nesbit’s girls?
8. And last – for now – we needed the extended to this in the theater. – We did. Too much was taken out.

Again, I LOVED the movie and will go back again to see it on the big screen. It really hit me when the closing credits began that this IS the last one. I don’t see anyone doing the Sil while Christopher is alive and I’m willing to bet donuts to dollars that whoever he leaves in charge of the Estate, will be just as hard-nosed. Or I should say, I won’t be SURPRISED that whoever is left in charge is equally hard-nosed.

Richard was amazing. Yet again, PJ has introduced this little sheltered human being to a taste of new talent, people to go look for. Richard was…. gah! Martin, James Nesbitt, Graham, Dean, Aidan… I’m looking forward to looking for them in other things.

However, I am sad to say, my lovely little POP!Thorout was devastated by the outcome of the movie. (I don’t think he read the book.)

WHAT? WTF was I thinking???

Uh oh

hmmmmmmmmmm…

I do believe…

You WILL be taking me with you to BotFA tonight…I have all the goodies! (Including the gift certificate!)

I have come to the conclusion

my electronics hate me.

I mean really. They hate me. Have it out for me. Live to make my life miserable.

not THAT kind of miserable…

sigh. Really. I mean MISERABLE!!!

You’re incorrigible, you know that?

My phone – which I’ve had maybe 6 months, crapped out on me Sunday.

I have things to do and plan and it crapped out and I can’t get to my phone numbers, messages, pictures. It sucks.

I bought a cheap ass one – I had buckies left on a gift card – and of course when I go to swap it, Virgin Mobile locks my account for some unknown reason. Said my password was wrong. How can my password be wrong when I’ve been using it almost daily for voice mail and shit???? And rather than grant my request for a new password they lock my account????

Me neither.

sigh

Going out on a limb again

The brownish purpleish suit…. in France????

I liked it. It NEEDS a belt, I guess in making sure he packed his bright and colorful socks, he kinda forgot to pack his belt.

God love this man!

In other news, while resurfing DOS extended on Amazon (nope) I found a used copy of Urban and the Shed Crew. There’s a paperback copy for 800.00 – ink must be gold, I dunno, but I got mine for 98 cents. Of course, Shipping and handling is 4 bucks and they’re sending it Dachsund Express (where they tape it to the back of a dachsund and dangle a weenie in front of him and let him go) because it’s not scheduled to get here until middle of next month – which is way to long for the US. Must be Media Mail!!! I hope it’s in one piece.

And I bought myself Into the Storm for my birthday!!!! Birthday was actually pretty good. Spawn took me out for Chinese, gave me a new mouse pad – Thorin holding the key to my heart! And another friend gave me 72 pairs of knitting needles (yesssss…. 72 PAIRS! I have 1 to 2 each of every size in long, 9 inches, regular circular and SHORT circular. No double endeds tho, I can cope with that.) and a few other dandy things. All in all, despite the inability to find my DoS DVD, a good day!