This is a very personal Nicholas Rowe appreciation post.

I want you to know that you spoiled me forever about pocket watches, cheekbones, 6.1+ highly educated men, curly hair, long noses, sideburns and stubble.
And Holmes, obviously.
Love,
P.

This is SO awkward, that I'm dying here.
Someone asked me to translate this old old post, about James D'Arcy.
Actually the post was 50% about him (superawkward) and 50% about an useless rant on men kissing women (awkward too, doh).
However, I did it.
Such a pity that I lost all comments, when I migrated this blog on this platform (blogger).
I would read them all with a lot of fun, after these 6 years.
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Oh God, it is compulsive. For me, vacations means posting in here, obviously.
A lot of free time for writing my own useless stuff. Happiness.
Such a pity that it seems a dead season for everyone else.
[A nice way of saying "hey folks, are you reading? So leave your comments here or I'm going to be very very sad"]
Anyway.

I finally judged livejournal as the best place in the world.
They will have my money like forever.
I discovered that there are three, *THREE* community about James D'Arcy and one just dedicated to Tom Pullings.
I mean. The 90% of the people that saw "Master and Commander" doesn't have ANY a idea about ​​who Tom Pullings actually is. But the 10% of them creates communities on lj.
*L O V E*

About my James.
Tonight I saw "Miss Marple and the moving finger". At last.
The movie isn't so much exciting, I had to admit, like almost all the movies in which James plays.
But ... How much I love that man?
He is Mr.right in the real of Mr.right men.
I'm sorry. Nobody can compete on that.
Sure, Travis, Jason, Lee, Vanness ... all beautiful men.
And Ken, Wolverine-Hugh, John, all men that I can like somehow.
But James ... James is Mr. Right.

At the end of the movie I was like... *fullmoon hearted eyes*.
And these are the -terrible- consequences.

[screencaps]

The fourth screencap, where he smiles a little bit before kissing her again, makes me crazy.

Sometimes I think that men underestimate the power they have when they kiss a woman.
"Someone-who knows-how" kinda kissing a woman, I mean.
Oh, I see the horrified faces of my usual readers. "Power" and "men" in the same sentence, it isn't exactly something that you can expect from someone *like me*.
Definitely not.
But I cannot find another way to express it. Maybe because it's almost 7am.
Ok. I try.

There are the "you-are-mine" kinda kissers and the "do-with-me-whatever-you-want" kinda kissers.
Then, there are those that kiss you like it is the last thing they are going to do in their lives.
Ok, pretty much exaggerated. Maybe I could better describe as those who kiss you like "whatever, dude, here it's do or die, to sink or swim". Did I make my point?

"Open your eyes and look at me. No, I don't think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly.
That's what's wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by *someone who knows how*."

Something like that.
Now I'm flailing around with an idiotic expression.

Mr.Right, right?

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I'm gonna die.
This post just spoils all my 35 years of glorious and pompous feminism.
Bam! destroyed by a single man in a random crazy moment of weakness.
*laughing hard*


God.
I sound like such a fangirl.
*laughing really hard*

Come on.
Probably, because I am.


*laughing on my sofa, with real tears*

Today I'm sick.
(And, yes, for the level of the present post that could be a fat damn good excuse).
Living in a place where in the subway there are 15 degrees and on the platform 35, isn't healthy. No.

Anyway. Since I was supposed to study Kinetic Chemistry THEN -logically- I started ordering pictures in my HD. You can easily imagine that, since I have OCD, I *LOVE* order my HD and this definitively helps when you're blowing yourself out of your nose.
So, since I recently became addicted to Tumblr, I arranged folders in my "Beautiful Human Beings" section.

With all those faces and bodies and handsome people in front of me, I realized that, as it was obvious -but however I never noticed- all the people I love (ex loversboyfriendsdates included) have something in common. More than one thing, actually.

So, here there is the unrequested an totally useless top ten.
Just for the record, of course.

IF.

1. You have cheekbones. No. Seriously. Like. A LOT.
2. When you smile your incisors tooth are cutely superexposed.
3. You are at least 1.85 tall. Preferably from 1.90 and up. Height difference is LOVE.
4. You have big shoulders. BIG. SHOULDERS.
5. Your nose moves when you're speaking. "Pique la lune" is a bonus.
6. You look even cuter with glasses.
7. Sideburns and stubble are totally welcomed.
8. You love wearing jeans and fluffy sweaters. Preferably black and white.
9. Your have an impressively deep and sometimes hoarse voice.
10. You are Angelina Jolie, Karen Mok or Scarlett Johanson (and you can skip all the above).

Here again, folks, and here again updating with some "GA world" news.

DC Comics, fired J.T. Krull after just *1* issue released (my voodoo dolls worked), and fired Keith Giffen (the theoretical substitute) as well, hired for our beloved Ollie a new writer: Ann Nocenti.
Beside the fact that she is a WOMAN (and being a woman and writing for DC or Marvel is like being a PANDA), the last time she was into a comic project (Daredevil), *15 years* ago, it was like an EARTHQUAKE in the fandom, split between the "she is a genius / I want her dead" dichotomy.
So.
Don't miss this interview.
For better or for worse, the change is *HUGE* since she said "I had never read a Green Arrow comic".
Oh, boy. We will see.

"In the very first issue, he has a brand new, very devious -- well, let's say he has a new villain and a new girlfriend in the very first issue. And both are complicated! [Laughs]"

Ve lo dico sinceramente. Essendo un'ossessiva compulsiva, l'idea di aprire un nuovo blog quando ne ho già attivi e felici TRE, sebbene per diversissimi scopi, (X Y Z), un po' mi sbarella (termine tecnico degli ossessivi compulsivi).

T R E.

E questo non considerando l'Awake, inossidabile dal 2002 con un powerful account a pagamento rinnovato di anno in anno, -ma, tecnicamente, con un unico -ormai mitico- post all'attivo, i due weibo -quello privato e quello with great power comes great responsibility con la sua immancabile corpertina sul BVR, e, naturalmente, il mio amore supremo aka Twitter.
E no, non contando la Cioccolateria. Dai, quella facciamo che no.

Ecco. Capitemi. MA.
Il sopracitato DOC mi spinge a fare anche considerazioni essenziali e terribili quali come mantenere lo stile delle icone di blogger su tags non presenti sull'app del droide o come risolvere annoso problema dei bordi bianchi da 3 px per le immagini postate da cellulare senza dovere editare l'html a mano ogni volta.

Cose IMPORTANTI, insomma.

Ed ecco comparire Tumblr. Con il suo softwarino per Android pulito e CSSato. Un amore.
Perfetto per la condivisione di spicciole cosette inutili (foto, quotes, minchionate quotidiane), non veri post magnificamente useless, come quelli di questo blog dei tempi d'oro.
Un blog che sia un po' X e un po' Y.

Ora non intonate il coro del ma per queste cose bastava Facebook.
CERTO che bastava. Ma io ODIO Facebook.

Senza tags, senza css e senza bordi 5px in verde mela.
[Of Cabbages and Kings]

I found THE slash/bromance/angst word EVER.

M a m i h l a p i n a t a p a i s

From the nearly dead Yaghan language -only one living speaker left today- of Tierra del Fuego, it has been recorded in the Guinness World Records as “the most succinct word”.

It means "a look shared by two people, each wishing that the other will initiate something that both desire but that neither one wants to start"

♥

Aka.
Di fandom pucciosi ne ho visti tanti, ma raggiungere certi livelli nella PRIMA STAGIONE è un risultato notevole.
AMO.

Più leggo.
Più mi deprimo.

Via Mia, via Connor.
Via Shado?
No, SERIAMENTE. Via Shado?

Almeno qualcuno protesta.
Non che serva, naturalmente.

"I was really enjoying the organic growth from
Oliver to
Oliver and Roy to
Oliver, Roy and Dinah to
Oliver, Dinah, Shado and Robert to
Oliver and Connor to
Connor and Dinah to
Oliver, Roy, Dinah, Connor and Mia.

It felt like such a natural growth of the family and I was really enjoying how it gradually aged Oliver from the generic "solo hero" role towards a "clan grandfather" role. I mean, there are *zillions* of solo heroes running around, the unique thing about Oliver was that he was a clan grandfather, that was the awesome thing about him.

And now, just reducing him back to a generic solo hero again? Argh. Kills every single thing I ever loved about him."


Ma quando DDD rilascia interviste così

Q: Dan, in the new DCnU, did the classic & critically acclaimed GL/GA team-up known as "Hard Traveling Heroes" still take place?
A: Not it continuity but still available in hard and soft cover editions. The original hard traveling heroes story was groundbreaking because of how it reflected the mood and attitude of the nation at that time. To include that story would make the characters feel old since it really was a story of the 70's.
Q: I am very interested in a lot of relationships in the new DCnU. Batman and Superman. Nightwing and Barbara. Ollie and Hal. Ollie and Dinah. And hopefully Connor will show up too sometime.
A: Sorry, but no Connor either since he would age Oliver older than we are portraying him.

allora c'è veramente veramente poco da stare allegri.

Ok.
Sono ufficialmente preoccupata.

Chi è più pazzo, il pazzo o il pazzo che lo segue?


Quando dovresti fare serie riflessioni sulla tua sanità mentale.