Peace and Quiet?
So the hubby's off to Canada for the weekend; splendid. He totally, totally deserves it. He was the best husband EVER during my Mom's illness and death. He deserves many years of all the leisure I can give him.
On the other hand, so do I, and six or seven calls is a TRIFLE excessive! Grrr... I need more peace and quiet. ;-)
Which I'm not likely to get with L. landing on my doorstep tomorrow. I love her to death, but peaceful she's usually not. She'll want to work, and I'll have to head her off at the pass. Probably with wine. :-) Should be a fun weekend!
So what else is news? Nothing much; still jonesing for good House/Wilson fanfics; I'm currently reading one of SwordKat's; quite good. Rewatched Human Error last night, this time semi-sober, so I could focus on more than Hugh Laurie's forearms (but may I just say, YUM!). That man is a fine actor; the subtle change of expression as he felt Marina's pulse near the end was worth an Emmy in itself. Where on EARTH did he learn to act like that?! Prinny certainly didn't require that (although the concept of George IV being played by the extremely slender Hugh is amusing at best...). The man is an AMAZING actor. I find myself mesmerized by pictures of his face, even ones I'm not drooling unashamedly over, just for the expressiveness.
It's interesting; he and Tony had to have met; they both did Spooks, and seriously, how large is the pool of British actors in that age group (okay, Tony's 53 and Hugh's 47, but still...). I realize that Hugh and Tony are of completely different social classes (just LISTEN to those accents), but it's really interesting to me; Tony's been gorgeous forever; he knows it, but isn't focused on his looks at all. He'll use 'em, right enough, for charity, but knowing that he's stunning and caring about it are two different things, and he's got his priorities straight.
Hugh, on the other hand, had to grow into his looks. He started getting handsome around age 45, and he'll probably peak, I'm GUESSING, at about 60. But I'm not sure. And he's horribly uncomfortable with his growing 'sexy, hot' reputation. With which I totally sympathize, even as I -- er -- admire him. And it's not specifically his looks, although those CAN be amazing; it's the expressions.
Tony's a lovely, lovely, lovely man. I cannot say enough about Tony's kindess, generosity, musical and acting talents, GENUINENESS. I've met him, I've watched him, he's the sweetest thing in nature. But, as he admits himself, he's not the brightest man on the planet.
Hugh, on the other hand, IS a very intelligent, introspective man. He not only cares, he THINKS. He agonizes. He worries. Reams have been written, I shan't recap. But I find the contrast fascinating. I don't think that Hugh will ever accept his looks, or his fandom, whereas Tony accepts them rather as one of the facts of life -- always appreciative, endlessly patient, but aware. He's not really startled to be asked to autograph something for Sandra's birthday; flattered, but not startled. Hugh, should he be lucky enough to have a Sandra running a fansite, would be extremely uncomfortable. Tony sent Sandra into virtual cardiac arrest by casually calling her, Way Back When. Hugh would NEVER, NEVER, call a fan. I suspect that he's surpised that he has them.
And, unfortunately, there ARE the legion of squeeing fangirls who CANNOT see beyond Hugh's amazing eyes, or Tony's bone structure. Tony laughs, Hugh cringes.
I admire them both tremendously, although now that I've seen Hugh in a serious dramatic role (yes, I was one of the ones who had no clue that Prinny and House were the same person), I'm rather hoping that he will do more of them... Tony, of course, needs to wear more fishnets, and SING! I've got two copies (one autographed) of Music for Elevators, I've got the T-shirt, when do I hear the actual voice, minus the electronica? Rumours and guest appearances are nice, but I wish he'd get back in the recording studio...
Which is odd again; they're both actors who can sing and play at least one instrument (Hugh plays what, four?)
Gah. It's past my bedtime, and with L. arriving tomorrow, I'm going to need my beauty sleep; she's a splendid friend, but not at all passive!
/rant
On the other hand, so do I, and six or seven calls is a TRIFLE excessive! Grrr... I need more peace and quiet. ;-)
Which I'm not likely to get with L. landing on my doorstep tomorrow. I love her to death, but peaceful she's usually not. She'll want to work, and I'll have to head her off at the pass. Probably with wine. :-) Should be a fun weekend!
So what else is news? Nothing much; still jonesing for good House/Wilson fanfics; I'm currently reading one of SwordKat's; quite good. Rewatched Human Error last night, this time semi-sober, so I could focus on more than Hugh Laurie's forearms (but may I just say, YUM!). That man is a fine actor; the subtle change of expression as he felt Marina's pulse near the end was worth an Emmy in itself. Where on EARTH did he learn to act like that?! Prinny certainly didn't require that (although the concept of George IV being played by the extremely slender Hugh is amusing at best...). The man is an AMAZING actor. I find myself mesmerized by pictures of his face, even ones I'm not drooling unashamedly over, just for the expressiveness.
It's interesting; he and Tony had to have met; they both did Spooks, and seriously, how large is the pool of British actors in that age group (okay, Tony's 53 and Hugh's 47, but still...). I realize that Hugh and Tony are of completely different social classes (just LISTEN to those accents), but it's really interesting to me; Tony's been gorgeous forever; he knows it, but isn't focused on his looks at all. He'll use 'em, right enough, for charity, but knowing that he's stunning and caring about it are two different things, and he's got his priorities straight.
Hugh, on the other hand, had to grow into his looks. He started getting handsome around age 45, and he'll probably peak, I'm GUESSING, at about 60. But I'm not sure. And he's horribly uncomfortable with his growing 'sexy, hot' reputation. With which I totally sympathize, even as I -- er -- admire him. And it's not specifically his looks, although those CAN be amazing; it's the expressions.
Tony's a lovely, lovely, lovely man. I cannot say enough about Tony's kindess, generosity, musical and acting talents, GENUINENESS. I've met him, I've watched him, he's the sweetest thing in nature. But, as he admits himself, he's not the brightest man on the planet.
Hugh, on the other hand, IS a very intelligent, introspective man. He not only cares, he THINKS. He agonizes. He worries. Reams have been written, I shan't recap. But I find the contrast fascinating. I don't think that Hugh will ever accept his looks, or his fandom, whereas Tony accepts them rather as one of the facts of life -- always appreciative, endlessly patient, but aware. He's not really startled to be asked to autograph something for Sandra's birthday; flattered, but not startled. Hugh, should he be lucky enough to have a Sandra running a fansite, would be extremely uncomfortable. Tony sent Sandra into virtual cardiac arrest by casually calling her, Way Back When. Hugh would NEVER, NEVER, call a fan. I suspect that he's surpised that he has them.
And, unfortunately, there ARE the legion of squeeing fangirls who CANNOT see beyond Hugh's amazing eyes, or Tony's bone structure. Tony laughs, Hugh cringes.
I admire them both tremendously, although now that I've seen Hugh in a serious dramatic role (yes, I was one of the ones who had no clue that Prinny and House were the same person), I'm rather hoping that he will do more of them... Tony, of course, needs to wear more fishnets, and SING! I've got two copies (one autographed) of Music for Elevators, I've got the T-shirt, when do I hear the actual voice, minus the electronica? Rumours and guest appearances are nice, but I wish he'd get back in the recording studio...
Which is odd again; they're both actors who can sing and play at least one instrument (Hugh plays what, four?)
Gah. It's past my bedtime, and with L. arriving tomorrow, I'm going to need my beauty sleep; she's a splendid friend, but not at all passive!
/rant