Obligatory "sexy Richard Armitage" photo. Are you happy, Google Images?
True story: My gaydar is pretty good, but my Eurgaydar™ doesn't work at ALL. (They drink tea out of dainty cups, they air-kiss, they lurve the theater…it's confusing!) So I'm not sure what to make of this comment by Richard Armitage about his costar Hermione Norris running out of an exploding house on-set:
I've never seen anyone leg it so fast, and she was in her Jimmy Choos!
I'm not saying Richard is gay. I'm just saying that if he were American and he said that, I'd be saying that he was gay. (Come on, y'all, referencing designer shoes by name? We've all seen that last-season Pradas scene in
Legally Blonde.) In the article, Armitage also mentions producers' penchant for making him go topless. I love that he thinks his objectification is ridiculous.
You can read all about it here.
Richard Armitage says, "Yes! Anglotastic finds objectification ridiculous, too! (Except on her blog. Then it's fine.)"
Another fab Armitage article (that totally makes me feel better about my ancient, collegiate, blogging ass)
is over at the Daily Record. In it, he discusses the tough time he used to have getting acting jobs. Also, he worked as a
laserquest marshall, you guys. If that's what I think it is, then it's so much more awesome (slash horrible) than being a waiter.
Richard Armitage with luscious locks as baddie Guy of Gisborne.
Abrupt change of subject: Hey, you know what I heart? Robin Hood! You know what I heart even more?
Robin Hood with Claws! (WHY have I been ignoring the existence of I Can Has Cheezburger for all this time? What is wrong with me?! I needz to embrace the Interwebz!)
Invisible Bow and Arrow
Kitties are adorbs.
Here's another one:
Kitten Invents Welsh
Did you know there is a town in Wales called
Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch? It's a fact! Apparently, it means "the church of St. Mary in the hollow of the white hazel near the fierce whirlpool and the church of Tysilio by the red cave." Just in case you need to know.
It's a map of Wales! OMG!
In non–adorable kitten news, I have a fairy tale to tell you!
Once upon a time, a little copyeditor couldn't find a job, so she decided to go to grad school. That sounded boring, so in addition to lame American schools, she applied to
the magical educational institution Oxford, which has colleges that date all the way back to the thirteenth century. (Oooooh! Aaaaah!)
Oxford cruelly rejected the little copyeditor on a piece of British-size A4 paper, so she went to a lame American school instead. That's probably for the best, though, because she may or may not have primarily (um, entirely) applied to
Hogwarts Oxford because they have Common Rooms and take their meals "in Hall." The colleges are presumably decorated with suits of armor, and everyone divides their time between performing magic and solving mysteries—or so the little copyeditor has been told.
Then, a year after turning the little copyeditor away, Oxford
released sample interview questions, meaning that other little copyeditors, if they were asked for interviews, would be more prepared. But our little copyeditor had no use for such questions.
According to the above pictorial evidence, Oxford is an actual Magical Town.
And so the little copyeditor kissed her Oxon dreams goodbye. Instead of crossing the threshold of those hallowed halls of ancient learning, she moved to dirty, fabulous New York City and began plotting her emigration to London, where she will one day live happily ever after. Holla.
The End
