Collection of Cunning Curiosities – August 22, 2015

Johann Georg Hainz's Cabinet of Curiosities, circa 1666. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
Johann Georg Hainz’s Cabinet of Curiosities, circa 1666. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

A weekly compendium of things that delight my fancy.

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Fanciful Delights

This week it’s all about upcoming movies and television shows, silly places and things.
This is probably a single most amazing thing I’ve seen this week. Oxford U. (yes, THAT Oxford) really, really want Taylor Swift to speak at their prestigious Union. So what did they do for an invitation? Mashed up some celebs who have already spoken into her song, Shake It Off. It’s pretty fucking glorious.

Teddy turns 40 this Christmas.

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Teddy turns 40 this year.

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I’m currently reading The Last Kingdom by Bernard Cornwell, which is the first novel in The Saxon Tales, is being produced as a television show. Moar Vikings/Saxons please!

There is a motte and bailey castle for sale in Wales. If you loved me, you buy this for me.
Coming in November is Victor Frankenstein, a retelling of Mary Shelley’s seminal Frankenstein, starring my future husband, James McAvoy and his side-kick, Dan Radcliff. EEEEEEEEEE.

I am a huge, HUGE fan of John Oliver and recently he did a rant on the propensity of evanelgical churches. His end response? He created a legit church, Our Lady of Perpetual Exemption, to showcase how much these churches are a scam. And YES, according to IRS guidelines, Oliver’s church is legit.

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xoxo,
Lisa

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This day in Lisa-Universe in: 2014

My Top 3 Future Husbands

Dear Internet,

Things are getting a little deep around here, so it’s time to lighten things up, even just for a moment. If you have ever spent any amount of time in my company, you may be aware that I keep a rotating list of my future husbands, which while they may seem to come and go with the times, is actually pretty steady. But before I go forward on that list, I should pay homage to the man who started it all:

Shaun Cassidy
Shaun Cassidy

I don’t remember when I first gazed my youthful eyes his way, but I do remember making massive bargains in my youth with my mother to skip the Sunday night church services to watch The Hardy Boys Mysteries. Thank the gods Catholics are obsessed with multiple weekend services or else I would have never met the man of my five-year old dreams. I also remember that same holiday season, I got a 6′ poster of my beloved which was pinned to the back of my bedroom door for years. I was also a heavy collector of his work, and while I have lost my original copy of his seminal album, Shaun Cassidy, I was able to replace it later on.

Runners up: Rick(y) Schroeder and River Phoenix pretty much defined my post Shaun Cassidy teen years.

Before I begin, I need to clarify the difference between a “future husband” and a crush. A crush is someone like Travis Fimmel who plays Ragnar Lothbrook in the History Channel’s Vikings, someone I am partially familiar with and not currently building a shrine in their honor.

A “future husband” is someone whom I probably follow their career to some extent, probably keep tabs on their love life to file away for a later date, and some whom I’d probably would leave my husband for, no questions asked. (Just kidding. Maybe.)

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James McAvoy in Filth.

James McAvoy

When Benedict Cumberbatch wants to tap that ass, you know it’s legit.

I first came across McAvoy in a 2004 film, Rory O’Shea Was Here. The film wasn’t distributed in the US, but showed up in my Netflix recommendations sometime around 2005. While I’ve seen McAvoy in his earlier works, THIS would be the film that set the course for my one true love.

What I adore about him is in interviews, he’s goofy. Smart. Witty. In his work, he plays such a wide range and breadth of characters, time periods, and stories that it sometimes takes my breath away. I have yet to see McAvoy as a terrible actor in anything he does. The films may be shit, but McAvoy always gives it his all.  I also love that he has no pretensions of himself, he can go from brooding heart throb to psycho maniac in the blink of an eye.

My little Scottish imp also has a thing for the old broads – his wife is the same age as me.

Interesting fact: McAvoy and Benedict Cumberbatch were in Starter for 10 together, which also turned out to be my first exposure to Cumberbatch. Who knew!

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Henry Rollins

Henry Rollins

This one should not be a huge surprise – Henry ticks off all the major boxes for me. He’s wicked smart, he’s complex, he’s got tattoos, and he’s heavily ambitious. Rollins lives the kind of life that I always try to aspire to live: balls to the wall, try anything once, no holds barred, let us go!

I got into Rollins after Black Flag broke up, so I’m not terribly sure where he kind of fell into my lap. I do know that I catch his speaking tours any chance I get, watch his stand up, and check out a book or two of his when I can. Rollins is dangerous not because he’s a bad boy and knows it kind of way, but in the he’s just such the complete package coupled with the damned charm, turning him down for anything would be the biggest mistake of my life.

Alexander Skarsgård
Alexander Skarsgård

Alexander Skarsgård

When your own husband tells you he’d leave you for this man, then you know it’s true love.

Like most of America, I got introduced to Skarsgård via True Blood and like most of America, was getting into pissing contests with their BFFs over who was the hottest vamp or shifter we’d not kick out of bed for eating crackers.

(For my birthday, a girlfriend made me a wallpaper for my iPad of this image with “Happy Birthday Lisa” on it. Done and done.)

Ridiculously tall, especially after the shortness of Rollins and McAvoy, Skarsgård just oozes sex even when he’s playing a doofus. In addition to the amazing body that makes my ovaries kick into overtime, he’s got a biting and dirty sense of humour that plays well with my intellectual side. Every interview I caught him in, I think I’ve squealed a million times over because his mouth and mind are so damn filthy. At this point in True Blood, he is the only thing that is keeps me watching. If he gets killed off for the next season, I am done.

Runners up: Richard Armitage, Michael Fassbender, Guy Garvey, Monica BelluciChiwetel Ejiofor, Cillian Murphy

It’s interesting because when a Benedict Cumberbatch thing happens, or Tom Hiddleston thing happens or someone of that ilk, people send it my way thinking they too are on part of my oeuvre. While these men are fine actors and pleasing to the eye, there is nothing about them that calls to my soul like the above three.

Over the years I’ve kept a similar list rotating in and out of my head, and while some tastes have changed, what hasn’t changed is what I look for in a man. I need the brain and the beauty, having a lovely piece of fluff is not going to do it for me. I also, apparently, get hives around nice men. When I found out Ian Somerhalder, who plays Damone Salvatore on The Vampire Diaries, was the complete opposite of his conniving, manipulating ways on the show, I lost interest.

xoxo,
Lisa

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