Tonight’s the night for those of us in North America… Hannibal Season 3 Premieres on NBC at 10pm/9pm Central! So how fortuitous was it that yesterday, on Hannibal Eve, I received a package from the amazingly talented CEO of RAPS, Inc. herself, complete with not one, but two, of the
very subtle and stealthy bright pink “Armitage Army Shrine Division” stickers which may or may not have attracted the attention of my office manager, who became even more inquisitive this morning after I asked if anyone had a lighter or a match.
Ah, Guylty… so lovely of you! Yes, I was the very happy and lucky winner of her glamorous
and very comical Boldly Becoming Shrine from the RAPS for Charity Auction #1. Guylty also included a kind and humorous hand-written note on handcrafted Guy-décor stationary, a key chain with Richard’s handsome visage, and a framed photograph by the wonderful photographer herself from the Berlin Premiere of DOS. Oh! And some Armitage-themed magnets which I put right onto the fridge and forgot to include in my photo! I’m blown away!
I do fear for the fate of the hapless postal workers involved in the Ireland-to-Oklahoma transit of the shrine, should Francis Dolarhyde ever find out that the very
cute dragon on his back became dislodged! Or if he should learn that a few of the sparkly red blood-colored hearts surrounding his powerfully winged figure had fallen down. Thankfully, his precious masterful toothpaste was not disturbed, or I’d shudder to contemplate the consequences for the postal carrier community!
I *did* run into a problem yesterday when I tried to assemble the golden candles I meant to light in honor of
that fine ass The Fearsome One. One of the candles just would not stand up, so I was forced last night to casually ask Hubby to produce a bit of the putty he uses to get his fine mineral specimens to stand just so in the display case….
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“Do you have any of that putty you use in the mineral cabinet?”
“Yeah, I have some. What do you need it for?”
“Ah… I need it to help something little to stand up straight.”
“What little thing do you need to stand up straight?”
“Hmmm. It’s at the clinic. Just a little… thing I have.”
“It’s just a little candle. At the clinic.”
“At the clinic?”
“And the candle’s for…what exactly?”
Stubborn Silence. Wide, innocent gaze on my part.
“Why do I get the feeling this has something to do with Richard Armitage?”
“You’re what- lighting a candle for him for some reason?”
“You must know?”
“I’m dying to know.”
“It’s a RAPS. That stands for a Richard Armitage Pocket Shrine. From another blogger. From Ireland.”
“A ‘pocket shrine’.”
“That’s right. A Richard-Armitage-as-Francis-Dolarhyde-in-Hannibal Pocket Shrine. With little candles. Needing putty.”
cynical Eyebrow lifts.
Sheepish Hopeful smile on my part.
“So! The putty?”
After a moment, he shakes his head, but smiles.
“I’m on it.”
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was awkward went pretty well! You’ll notice I didn’t mention anything about the bidding. I made it to the clinic with my putty, and that did the trick. I then remembered I’d meant to bring along something to actually light the candles. Damn! I rummaged around by myself for awhile and when no matches or lighters presented themselves, I resorted to asking my office manager if she knew of any. Why is it I never know where anything is in my own clinic? Of course she did. She was the one I’d delegated to prepare the storm shelter for tornado season, and she’d included a couple of candles and a lighter in her plastic tub of necessities. So I rummaged around again in the storm shelter and came up with the lighter, and by then all the staff wanted to know what I was up to, reminding me how nosy they all are that they noticed I’d received a package from the Armitage Army Shrine Division, so they were invited to worship view the shrine and after they were done laughing at me were very appreciative of Francis’ ass assets.
It’s a wonderful day! And Guylty, HUGE thanks. You’re just awesome. =)