Saturday, January 06, 2007
Thumbs Up
The Magic Thumb may be openly featured in Household Saints, but it is often in evidence in LOCI. I was just capping Unrequited, and I noticed how many times I could freeze-frame that dear digit. I thought it might feed a few fantasies...
Friday, January 05, 2007
Be Alert for Vincent D'Onofrio
I haven't received any Google Alerts for The Man for a few days, so - Here's Vincent D'Onofrio!
Who's being cleverest - Bobby or Vincent?
So handsome, so expressive. So perfect.
Who's being cleverest - Bobby or Vincent?
So handsome, so expressive. So perfect.
The World's Worst Poet
All day, and for no apparent reason, I've been thinking about William McGonagall. I couldn't find any of his poetry in the bookshops I visited, but then I don't suppose I really expected to. He's not that well known.
He was a contemporary of Tennyson, and was convinced that he, and not Tennyson, was really Poet Laureate. He wrote poems to commemorate important events in Scottish life. His most memorable poems were about the Tay Bridge. First he extolled its merits when it first opened. Then he wrote about the tragedy of its collapse in high winds, when a train was lost, and all those aboard died. Finally he wrote again about the new, improved replacement bridge.
He'd do ANYTHING to make a line rhyme, but didn't care about it scanning. Here's his masterpiece.
THE TAY BRIDGE DISASTER
Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay!
Alas! I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember'd for a very long time.
'Twas about seven o'clock at night,
And the wind it blew with all its might,
And the rain came pouring down,
And the dark clouds seem'd to frown,
And the Demon of the air seem'd to say-
"I'll blow down the Bridge of Tay."
When the train left Edinburgh
The passengers' hearts were light and felt no sorrow,
But Boreas blew a terrific gale,
Which made their hearts for to quail,
And many of the passengers with fear did say-
"I hope God will send us safe across the Bridge of Tay."
But when the train came near to Wormit Bay,
Boreas he did loud and angry bray,
And shook the central girders of the Bridge of Tay
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remembered for a very long time.
So the train sped on with all its might,
And Bonnie Dundee soon hove into sight,
And the passengers' hearts felt light,
Thinking they would enjoy themselves on the New Year,
With their friends at home they lov'd most dear,
And wish them all a happy New Year.
So the train mov'd slowly along the Bridge of Tay,
Until it was about midway,
Then the central girders with a crash gave way,
And down went the train and passengers into the Tay!
The Storm Fiend did loudly bray,
Because ninety lives had been taken away,
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember'd for a very long time.
As soon as the catastrophe came to be known
The alarm from mouth to mouth was blown,
And the cry rang out all o'er the town,
Good Heavens! the Tay Bridge is blown down,
And a passenger train from Edinburgh,
Which fill'd all the people's hearts with sorrow,
And made them for to turn pale,
Because none of the passengers were sav'd to tell the tale
How the disaster happen'd on the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember'd for a very long time.
It must have been an awful sight,
To witness in the dusky moonlight,
While the Storm Fiend did laugh, and angry did bray,
Along the Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay.
Oh! ill-fated Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay,
I must now conclude my lay
By telling the world fearlessly without the least dismay,
That your central girders would not have given way,
At least many sensible men do say,
Had they been supported on each side with buttresses,
At least many sensible men confesses,
For the stronger we our houses do build,
The less chance we have of being killed.
At least when Byron rhymed Physic with Seasick, you knew he was joking. McGonagall meant every carefully chosen word!
He was a contemporary of Tennyson, and was convinced that he, and not Tennyson, was really Poet Laureate. He wrote poems to commemorate important events in Scottish life. His most memorable poems were about the Tay Bridge. First he extolled its merits when it first opened. Then he wrote about the tragedy of its collapse in high winds, when a train was lost, and all those aboard died. Finally he wrote again about the new, improved replacement bridge.
He'd do ANYTHING to make a line rhyme, but didn't care about it scanning. Here's his masterpiece.
THE TAY BRIDGE DISASTER
Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay!
Alas! I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember'd for a very long time.
'Twas about seven o'clock at night,
And the wind it blew with all its might,
And the rain came pouring down,
And the dark clouds seem'd to frown,
And the Demon of the air seem'd to say-
"I'll blow down the Bridge of Tay."
When the train left Edinburgh
The passengers' hearts were light and felt no sorrow,
But Boreas blew a terrific gale,
Which made their hearts for to quail,
And many of the passengers with fear did say-
"I hope God will send us safe across the Bridge of Tay."
But when the train came near to Wormit Bay,
Boreas he did loud and angry bray,
And shook the central girders of the Bridge of Tay
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remembered for a very long time.
So the train sped on with all its might,
And Bonnie Dundee soon hove into sight,
And the passengers' hearts felt light,
Thinking they would enjoy themselves on the New Year,
With their friends at home they lov'd most dear,
And wish them all a happy New Year.
So the train mov'd slowly along the Bridge of Tay,
Until it was about midway,
Then the central girders with a crash gave way,
And down went the train and passengers into the Tay!
The Storm Fiend did loudly bray,
Because ninety lives had been taken away,
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember'd for a very long time.
As soon as the catastrophe came to be known
The alarm from mouth to mouth was blown,
And the cry rang out all o'er the town,
Good Heavens! the Tay Bridge is blown down,
And a passenger train from Edinburgh,
Which fill'd all the people's hearts with sorrow,
And made them for to turn pale,
Because none of the passengers were sav'd to tell the tale
How the disaster happen'd on the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember'd for a very long time.
It must have been an awful sight,
To witness in the dusky moonlight,
While the Storm Fiend did laugh, and angry did bray,
Along the Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay.
Oh! ill-fated Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay,
I must now conclude my lay
By telling the world fearlessly without the least dismay,
That your central girders would not have given way,
At least many sensible men do say,
Had they been supported on each side with buttresses,
At least many sensible men confesses,
For the stronger we our houses do build,
The less chance we have of being killed.
At least when Byron rhymed Physic with Seasick, you knew he was joking. McGonagall meant every carefully chosen word!
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Secret Thoughts of a Sex God.
"Well it's not so big I can throw it over my shoulder."
"If I can hold my breath long enough, maybe the smell will have gone away."
"I Wanna Hold Your Hand!"
"Not only am I talking to my own reflection, now I'm talking to yours as well!"
"Now all my fans will be saying, I want to be that table!"
"And now they'll be saying, Ooh, look at his endowment!"
"Do my biceps look big in this?"
"Look, there's my biggest fan!"
"I'm practising being unspeakably cute"
Alex The Rebel
Watching My Good Name the other evening, I noticed Alex push her hair behind her ear in this rather windy scene, and behold! there were multiple earrings in her lobe!
I'm currently stuck on Region 1 DVDs on my computer, so I couldn't cap it, but Eliza, bless her, rose immediately to the challenge, and here we are. She says PowerDVD doesn't like homemade offerings, hence the unusual shape of the pictures she was able to save.
Isn't Alex a little devil?
I'm currently stuck on Region 1 DVDs on my computer, so I couldn't cap it, but Eliza, bless her, rose immediately to the challenge, and here we are. She says PowerDVD doesn't like homemade offerings, hence the unusual shape of the pictures she was able to save.
Isn't Alex a little devil?Speaking of Size
There is often speculation about whether Vincent is "in proportion", and it reminded me of a story told to me many years ago by a basketball-playing boyfriend.
Chris Greener (pictured below) is the tallest man the UK - 7'6". He used to hang around with my boyfriend's basketball team, I suppose in an effort to feel more normal (the guys ranged from my boyfriend's petite 6' up to 6'10"). At the time I had a very small car, a Hillman Imp, and Chris told me he used to drive one - by taking out the driver's seat and sitting in the back seat!
When the team went on tour to Paris, Chris went with them, and they took him to the red light district. Apparently the prostitutes were chasing HIM offering money because they wanted to see if he was in proportion!
Chris Greener (pictured below) is the tallest man the UK - 7'6". He used to hang around with my boyfriend's basketball team, I suppose in an effort to feel more normal (the guys ranged from my boyfriend's petite 6' up to 6'10"). At the time I had a very small car, a Hillman Imp, and Chris told me he used to drive one - by taking out the driver's seat and sitting in the back seat!
When the team went on tour to Paris, Chris went with them, and they took him to the red light district. Apparently the prostitutes were chasing HIM offering money because they wanted to see if he was in proportion!
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Problems, Problems!
Yesterday I managed to visit everyone else's blogs, but I couldn't get past the log-in page on mine - windows kept "redirecting" me, but never actually got there.
What's more, my bought copy of Season 3 has developed a fault in the middle of Shrink-Wrapped, and I've only just managed to cap the rest of the episode. I think this is a great series of pictures, especially of his eyelashes.
Then there are some more tongue shots. That man must have more of his tongue on film than any other actor. Yum!
Then there are all the shots of his back, his broad shoulders, his amazing hands, ok, yes, his groin. Not to mention his folded-arms stance. It's so difficult to limit oneself!
What's more, my bought copy of Season 3 has developed a fault in the middle of Shrink-Wrapped, and I've only just managed to cap the rest of the episode. I think this is a great series of pictures, especially of his eyelashes.
Then there are some more tongue shots. That man must have more of his tongue on film than any other actor. Yum!
Then there are all the shots of his back, his broad shoulders, his amazing hands, ok, yes, his groin. Not to mention his folded-arms stance. It's so difficult to limit oneself!
Monday, January 01, 2007
Pelham UK
For all you lovely British VDO fans who have cable/satellite, tonight on Movies 24 they are showing The Taking of Pelham 123 at 8.30.
Thanks to Eliza for the pix.
Thanks to Eliza for the pix.
Happy New Vincent D'Onofrio Year
After an incredible year of meeting a whole bunch of great VDO fans online, getting lured into the delights of blogging, begging, stealing and borrowing pictures, learning to capture my own with MUCH help from Eliza (who also fed my urge to see all the episodes from Seasons 5 and 6), learning to use Ebay, then spending a fortune acquiring as many of Vincent's films as my credit card would allow (not to mention The Black T-Shirt Of Hotness), and appreciating the lovely man more with every passing day, I can only say - Roll On 2007.
Let's have more tongue...
...and some unusual poses showcasing interesting parts of his anatomy...
...not to mention doing unusual things with his beautiful hands...
...some more scenes in his dress blues...
...emphasis of his size...
...more smiles...
...his tremendous physical presence...
...an end to the hiding of his light behind bushels, hands, ties, books...
....tantalizing glimpses...
...and that tempting crouch.
We Want More Vincent! And More OF Vincent!
Let's have more tongue...
...and some unusual poses showcasing interesting parts of his anatomy...
...not to mention doing unusual things with his beautiful hands...
...some more scenes in his dress blues...
...emphasis of his size...
...more smiles...
...his tremendous physical presence...
...an end to the hiding of his light behind bushels, hands, ties, books...
....tantalizing glimpses...
...and that tempting crouch.
We Want More Vincent! And More OF Vincent!