Update on the move: It’s been weird. I have this whole backstory that involves my life having also blown up in 1999 and I ended up in a weekly rate motel then, too. The place I’m staying in now is a good bit nicer, though I think it’s a one-star motel and deserves to be. (That should tell you something about my 1999 digs. At least there were no rats or visible roaches?) This time I just have me to worry about, not me and an almost-three-year-old son, so it’s much less scary. I have still had my moments though. So today, when things looked like they were finally going right, I ended up in a better mood a bit out of proportion to what was actually going on. At this point I’m just hoping the light at the end of the tunnel is not an oncoming train, and we’ll leave it at that.
Long story short, I may end up with a job by the end of this month and perhaps an apartment by the end of next month or possibly in April. I am earning right now, it’s just not what we in the States call a W-4 gig, and the earnings are not consistent at all.
Let’s put it this way: If you order restaurant delivery, please tip your driver. And SHOVEL AND SALT YOUR DAMN WALK. Jesus FUCK. I didn’t even get the worst of it from a private residence, though I came close. Oh no, I almost broke my damn wrist when my feet flew out from under me at Taco Bell. What the hell are you people DOING with all those profits? You know the Northeast and part of the Midwest got slammed by that winter storm — CLEAN UP!
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It’s much better today, though.
Along with the general theme of today going really well by comparison to everything else lately: Got another Google Alert about Rory. The Google Alerts have been a mixed bag ever since his voice-acting gig was announced. For some reason, all the Scottish tabloids felt it was important to the future of humanity that we were all reminded of Rory’s late-nineties Scotts Porage Oats gig. I love a tall hairy man in a kilt as much as the next red-blooded heterosexual American woman does, but tell me something new. Anyway, the other stuff in the alerts has been about the voice-acting gig, mainly.
OKAY, I REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT WAS GOING THROUGH RORY’S BRAIN FOR THAT SCENE. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
PLEASE TELL ME HE BROUGHT THE FART MACHINE TO THE STUDIO.
Also, if you are not familiar with this franchise — I’m not — here’s what Rory’s character looks like:
So now I’m having flashbacks of this guy too:
1. I’d love to know where people are finding these random candids of Rory. He seems to have attended a wedding or two in recent years as well. Naturally people are wondering if one of them was his. You know where I stand on this, though he also may have married since that scandal broke, for all we know. Anyway, yeah. Anyone who knows the big man and shares snaps of him online should just count on them being stolen and passed around. Hope you’re okay with that. I have no room to talk, anyway. (Sorry, Mr. Bennie. But thank you for sharing it!)
2. As with the whole notion that Rory lives on a boat, I’m beginning to question the Rory-lore that Rory spends a lot of time alone. Funny how he keeps turning up places and partying with people. But I also don’t know how often he does that versus going off by himself, of course. I just really get the notion that he’s gotten wind of what we all say about him and, where the rumor encourages people to leave him the fuck alone, he is happy to let it stand. He certainly gave enough signs when he used to be more candid in interviews that all the off-screen attention had caught him off guard.
He also gives me the impression that one of the reasons he likes to go drinking is it serves as social lubricant. My dad was the same way. Very not social, but let him get a good buzz going and he got almost gregarious. Sound familiar?
I can’t talk. The only time I’ll dance in a club is when I’m drunk. Ha ha ha.
(I haven’t been in a club, bar, or pub in a long time, not counting one afternoon when I went for a Diet Coke with another martial-arts mom because I knew I’d be driving my kid home and I’m a lightweight, and that was still at least four years ago. Not likely to go again unless I’m traveling to certain areas of the world, either.)
3. Can people pay more attention to the photos they share instead of saying stupid shit? One lady posted a pic of Rory with a woman, probably a fan (the way things are going, I don’t think he’d willingly pose with a partner for anyone outside his inner circle — and you can bet no one is sharing those where fans will find them, if such exist), and they were standing really close together, as tends to happen, and the comments were all like “omg he’s so SKINNY!”
Okay, first off? He got bullied for being skinny when he was little. Maybe he got over it and maybe he didn’t; he seems to have more than a bit of Scots machismo and isn’t likely to ‘fess up, so we’ll just have to wonder. Doesn’t mean it’s nice to remind him. He does still have a slender build but it’s more like Skinny Kid Morphs To Dad Bod. Cuddly without being fat. I’d snuggle up to that, for sure. (I would also snuggle up to a fat guy, and have. Just saying.) Don’t diss my dude. He already gets endless comments about his height and every bloody thing else.
But secondly, the woman he was standing with was wearing a light-colored top and Rory a dark one, black if I remember correctly or maybe navy blue. At a glance maybe he looked like he’d gotten emaciated… in the torso, his face still looks completely normal. So yeah, it was an optical illusion, that’s all. Maybe all the commenters were on their phones and the sun was shining? I don’t know, but a closer look would have told them what was going on. Make the effort next time, ladies. You’re already wasting time commenting on a celebrity’s body, so take that extra thirty seconds. Thanks.
Okay, that’s enough for now. Hopefully will do some work on the site soon, when I’m not so much in crisis mode. Ta.