Not From The Desk of Rory McCann…

I just found a thing and I am quite excited.

I will not even tell you what the thing is. I will just tell you that it is Rory-related and also when I have gotten my grubby little hands on it.

I’m not getting it JUST yet. I am preparing to get it. I want to make sure it’s not gonna set me back too badly, and also that I’ll actually get it, and also that I’m not just self-medicating in some way trying to buy things I don’t need right now.

On a related note, good thoughts would be appreciated for my dad. He’s taken a sudden turn. Other stuff has gone south a bit too, but right now that’s the most major thing. Thanks.

Hey, I don’t know who the fuck’s visiting here from Chicago from like a dozen related IP addresses in one day but you can knock it the fuck off. It’s not cute, it’s not charming, it’s gonna get your entire IP range blocked because there’s no fucking call for that. Period. Grow up.

I mean the chances of that even being a weird cellular-network glitch are pretty slim. Reads more like an attempted DDOS attack, and not even a very professional one.

I got no beef with Chicago usually; I’m aware some American conservatives have a hard-on for criticizing every little thing about the place and just making shit up if they can’t think of anything. That’s not me; I’m not a conservative anyway. That just really is where this fuckwit was from. No, I’m calling you a fuckwit. Yes, you deserve it. Don’t ever do that again.

Not a good time even if I were up for weird attacks. It’s the two-year anniversary. Go find something useful to do, like chasing parked cars. Thanks.

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I almost never have news about Rory. We all know this. Hello to Dundee, though. [waves] Cheers.

I will be very surprised if Rory has NOT ever heard of this band.

But.

Big man! Watch! Enjoy! I just… have a feeling this may be up your alley.

Some of you longtimers will recall I used to screenshot episodes of The Book Group on Tubi.

It’s totally free, no need to sign up for an account. The only real drawback, aside from the occasional ad (and it’s not too bad), is that they cycle through offerings a lot faster than Netflix does.

As you know, my ass is broker in the past two years than it was for over a decade before that because it’s just me now and I’ve got no backup anymore. So I haven’t tried paying for cable or Netflix or Hulu or anything like that. So, aside from checking videos out of the library, which I have also done from time to time (we have a fantastic library system), I tend to look to Tubi as one of my forms of television or film entertainment. Not all the time, but it’s there and sometimes I take advantage.

Well, tonight I discovered they have the film One Crazy Summer. I hadn’t seen it all the way through since I was a kid, and have forgotten more than I remembered. I did remember liking it a lot, so was delighted and decided to watch it again.

And here is where I explain why I am writing about it here.

It’s a story about a guy last name of McCann…

…Who takes part in a sailboat race.

The universe is a fucking hoot sometimes.

I have put this note on Instagram itself, and I will also share it here in case you get here first and go there afterwards.

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Normally I don’t want to bother with these sorts of things because it’s getting too mixed up in various and sundry and I have gotten, like, fatally allergic to social-media drama. But I am given to understand people are being scammed and I’m not fucking having that. Big man doesn’t deserve his identity being dragged along for the ride either.

SO IT’S LIKE THIS:

1. If it isn’t @bigmanrorymccann, it ain’t Rory.

2. Rory is 99% UNlikely to ever message 99.9% of people on Instagram. And that includes me. I never hear from him either. I am completely fine with this. Man’s busy and don’t know me from Eve.

3. Rory is certainly never going to ask you for info or send you links to click, or whatever these scamming fucking bastards are doing, to steal your account or rip you off. Again… Man’s busy. And that’s just not how he rolls.

So. Follow the blue check that I’ve already tagged twice [in the original Instagram post]. Ignore all those scamming fucks. Report them to @instagram. I understand someone’s notified Rory’s agent too.

Thank you. And for those of you who got snagged, I am sorry to hear it. I hope you nail their asses to the wall.

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Someone emailed me about this today and first off, that was a fucking surprise: her email went straight to my normal inbox. I have no control over where they end up unless I use a filter, but I don’t think I have any (or very many) filters enacted there; nevertheless, in the past when people have emailed me about the fan site or Rory, it’s been a crap shoot and they’re highly likely to wind up in my spam folder. But secondly, she was the one who alerted me about the scamming specifically. Me, I’ll see something in my inbox on Instagram from a “Rory McCann”, take one look and know it’s not him, and delete the whole thing mostly-unread. Occasionally I’ll report them. Usually I just see them as a two-second nuisance. But it sounds like some of you weren’t seeing it that way. So be on the lookout.

And… I’m going to scold you a little bit. How many different fucking ways do I need to explain why this is Rory so stop saying it isn’t? That’s half the damn problem right there. Fans have been doubting his official IG account for months. When he didn’t have the blue check, I sort of understood though honestly, a little investigation would have told you that your concerns were likely unfounded. He has had people following him nearly all along who have his personal contact information: Chloe who was his Hound makeup artist from season four onward, and his agent, and a band who’ve actually met him, and his VOICE agent, and need I go on? They had other channels to check whether it was him, yet there they were. That should have been good enough for the rest of us until the blue check popped up. And now it’s there, so you’ve got no excuses left. It isn’t Twitter (X?). IG’s got slightly higher standards for verification. They just do.

So. Stop being fucking wet blankets and pay attention to what’s going on. Thanks. Not all of you were guilty of otherwise, but a lot of you were. Hopefully you were not taken in due to your inordinate degree of suspicion, but I never know what people are going to do anymore, so I’m covering all the bases. Moving along now.

[edit] He’s following Texas now too! Remember this?

HOLY SHIT I GOT QUOTED BY THE DAILY RECORD AH HA HA HA HA HA HA

cliquez ici!

But, hey. How many times have I gone on about how LAZY entertainment reporters are? Making news pieces out of other people’s social media stuff. I mean, damn. They’re getting paid for what I’m doing here for free!

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Meanwhile. Do people out there have an alert set for when I start whinging about Scotland not visiting here?

Because suddenly it was everyone in Glasgow and their frickin’ mother. NOT COMPLAINING. Always a delight to see.

(Also, I may be exaggerating slightly. But there were several hits. Didn’t look closer to see if it was all the same IP address. Not bothering now.)

P.S. I’m pretty sure The Daily Record is the namesake of The Daily Prophet in JK Rowling’s Wizarding world. I just started a blog about my love of Scotland, and at some point I am probably going to write about the intersection of Scottish landmarks and cultural references vs. works of popular culture. Not just Harry Potter either. The world of A Song of Ice and Fire might as well be set there — it’s crazy. That’ll be fun.

So! I just came up with a new post format for this site. Big Man sightings! Because there’s been one!

Someone in the comments at Facebook said they saw him at the Harbour Bar in Troon — I’m guessing recently, based on the context — but didn’t know who he was til it was too late. And actually, that sounds familiar and I want to say he’s been spotted there before.

Fair bet he loves Italian food. This makes at least two such restaurants he’s been seen at since I started half-assedly tracking him. Solidarity, big man. Though I daresay the Italian you can get is likely a hell of a lot better than what I can get.

No mention of a wife this time. If she’s there, she’s still staying out of the pics. Rory hasn’t posted about this on his Instagram either. Though, well, he’s never struck me as the type to photograph his food. But not even a sort of mention. Probably feels too much to him like being stalked.

Well, so, we can guess a couple things based on the new data and the photo.

First off, either he’s in Glasgow or he was just in Glasgow.

Secondly, he’s been in Troon recently. The Harbour Bar, in fact, is extremely close to where he was docking his boat. Not sure about walking distance but you could definitely ride a bicycle over there. I wouldn’t even say this, but any enterprising nosyparker could find that out in like point-two seconds just from a Google search. (So anyone about to send me scold mail… save your fingers.) Rory knows people in Troon — would have to, he docked there a long time whether he currently is or not — and that alone could explain the visit, but this also points to the possibility he’s still got his boat, whether or not he is living on it at this point.

Thirdly, unless DCI Daley grows a big bushy beard in the books OR the writers on the TV series project have decided they don’t care one way or the other, Rory’s not working on the Daley thing right now. However! Denzil Meyrick posted a thing on his Facebook page back in February stating that he couldn’t tell anyone what was going on with production, as he’s contractually obligated to keep his yap shut (my words, not his, though he’s welcome to borrow them if he likes them), but he could say that things were going very well. Shooting, as some of us are aware, is only part of making a TV show or a film. Post-production takes a while too. At this point I’m not even sure I’ve heard whether anyone has picked up the show, which will add some more lead time if they haven’t yet.

(HEY. SCOTTISH TV PEOPLE. WHAT THE FUCK.)

Not that it matters. I will be dead fucking shocked if I get to watch it “on time.” Do you suppose Acorn TV might distribute it in real time? Probably not, but it’s nice to think about.

Anyway. Expect more use of the “big man sightings” category. I’ll try to add in old stuff too.

NO RORY, WE ARE NOT STALKING YOU.

Well. Uh. Not criminally stalking you. Not with bad intent. That’s, uh, probably the best I can do. Sorry.

Ah! I’m here working!

I’ve been in this serious mood-logjam of late. Has to do with my life going dubious again, but I don’t think that was the only thing. I had a nasty headache last night and this morning (my migraines are not as severe as they used to be, but it is never just a headache, anyway) and had been in a horrid mood before that. One day I will remember that at this stage in my life, half wanting to off myself is a prodrome for me. I hope so, anyway, because I never remember that’s what it is when it is happening, which just makes me more miserable.

But for some reason I’m better now. I’m sure some of it was just needing some fucking protein. And now I want to do stuff. Go figure.

Just got done moving over Rory’s little opinion-piece from 2009 about women from the articles page to the mainline of the blog. That piece is a hoot. It was a bit of a headfuck reading that and some other things he’s said in the past about dating.

“You like quiet women? I’m quiet! Men have given me shit about being too quiet before!”

“You like cuddly? I could spend an entire weekend with you in bed! On the sofa! Wherever!”

“Nothing sexier than a brown-eyed girl? Oh COME ON.”

(Yes. Got ’em. My dad used to say “You’re so full of shit your eyes are brown,” but I got the color from him, so.)

About the only things I didn’t have going for me were being “small enough to fit in the boat” (the “What I know about women” opinion-piece was written back when he owned Blue Boat) — probably a diplomatic general dig about weight, which mine’s too high — and possibly not being a good cook. I can do a pretty damned good chicken tikka masala, but other than that I don’t know. One of the things that made me sad when I still lived with my daughter’s father was people would give me attitude for not cooking dinner, and then when I did cook dinner they didn’t like it. Except the tikka masala. I don’t know why. So I don’t know what was going on there. Too late to worry about it now.

Anyway, I have my suspicions about the “brown-eyed girl” remark. The reason I say that is I’ve got his friend Graham from Thundersoup’s two books that mention him, and one of them was about Graham’s time in bands, and one song Graham wound up hating was “Brown-Eyed Girl,” which apparently EVERYBODY wanted his fucking bands to play. I would not be at all surprised if that were also true of Thundersoup. So does Rory actually like brown-eyed women, or was he taking the piss because he didn’t really want to write that stupid article but someone told him it’d be a hit with the fans, so he was dog-whistling to his pals about how silly it all was? Because really, either is equally likely. Rory is an intelligent man. Rory is known for taking the piss. You just never know. And he’ll probably never ‘fess up. You’re no fun*, big man.

But hey. One of MY standards about dating guys is Must Be Single. So Rory fails at that. So there.

I see Scotland is fucking off again instead of visiting here. I see how it is. That’s all right. Norway’s been here quite a bit though, which is odd. Also, every now and again my visitor counter mixes up countries, so I’ll get a visit from Salt Lake City, United Kingdom or something along those lines. As in Salt Lake City IN the United Kingdom. It is really weird.

No word from my boat-lady penpal in months. I’m starting to wonder if that wasn’t Mrs. McCann also taking the piss. I used to be followed on Instagram by Rory’s marina buddy so hey, anything’s possible. But I’m probably wrong. I have nothing better to do these days than wonder idly about weird things, if you’ll excuse me.

(However, if that was Mrs. McCann, I’d be the last person to tell you her name. I’m not entirely classless.)

Okay. Back to it. I’d like to get at least a couple more years done tonight. Onward!

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*OH, what a lie. I’m goin’ to hell for that one.