The Scenery’s Changing and It Warms My Soul

Jet lag packs a much harder punch (at least for me) traveling east, so it was great to FINALLY get a good night’s sleep on night four of my trip. [Side note: I’m confused as to why the Hampton Inn had more comfortable beds than the Hilton or the DoubleTree. Isn’t that backwards? Anyway, thanks Hampton Inn!] So, with a good night’s sleep, a bit of a lie-in, and another morning of the traditional Scottish… English… Welsh breakfast, I had renewed energy for a day of sight-seeing.

We set out for St. Fagan’s National History Museum in Cardiff, which is a living, open-air museum of Welsh culture. The weather was once again absolutely perfect for strolling around the park. At St. Fagan’s, as with everywhere in Wales, we saw signs in English and in Welsh, which I found fascinating.

I thought this poem was neat, and then you can see the two languages side by side.

Walking around St. Fagan’s had a similar feel to exploring Jamestown as a kid. Tradesman were working here and there and various farm animals were roaming. We were able to walk around the recreated village and explore the different buildings there.

My favorite was the church, which surprises no one. The walls inside featured medieval paintings dating back to the 1300s, which had been discovered in the 1980s as patches of color started to show through the plaster. They were painted to depict various scenes from Scripture, which was a way of teaching Bible stories to also reach those who could not read.

The gardens near the Manor House were also quite lovely.

After exploring St. Fagan’s, we drove out to the beach on Barry Island, situated on Whitmore Bay. In searching for beaches online, Whitmore Bay had crossed my radar as a Blue Flag beach, so likely a good choice. Those who know me know that I’m not that much of a beach person. I like beaches, but I don’t want to spend a week at one. Whitmore Bay was a fine beach (a beach is a beach…), but its true gem was a cliff that jutted out to separate Whitmore Bay from Watch House Bay on the other side. From the beach, we climbed up to the cliff and walked out on the peninsula which had a walking path and lovely views. The way the beach and cliff are situated, it would be possible to watch the sunrise over the water in the morning, sit all day, and turn your chair around the other way to watch the sunset over the water on the other side.

We saw several folks walking their dogs along this path, and very few of those (if any) were on leads. This golden was my favorite.

Sunset was still a few hours off, so we did not stick around, but the sun was still pretty reflecting on the water as it started its descent.

Getting back to the hotel proved much simpler Wednesday night, having done it once already, and I got another night of glorious sleep before we departed Wales on Thursday to make the drive across to London.

The first stop on our journey was at Highclere Castle, better known as…

[Drumroll, please!]

…Downton Abbey!!!

(Also, for my friend Josh, I must add that, in 1987, Highclere was also cast as The Secret Garden’s Mistlethwaite Manor for the Hallmark Hall of Fame production.)

The castle interiors were amazing (no photography was allowed inside) and the rooms featured in Downton Abbey were labeled as such so you knew which room belonged to Lady Grantham, Mary, Edith, etc. It was great fun to walk around and see it all. Ironically, as we exited down the servant’s corridor at the end of the tour, we ran into Lady Fiona, the Countess of Carnarvon. Highclere is her home and she was instrumental in getting Downton Abbey to film there. Ensuring her estate’s living through Downton Abbey seems rather apropos, don’t you think?

Following our tour of the house, we had lunch in the tea room (which was delicious!) and proceeded to wander all over the beautiful grounds.

Before we could bring ourselves to depart, we had to stop and take a few more pictures of the castle itself.

I always get a kick out of TV sets and their practical locations, so visiting Downton Abbey was quite a treat.

But when we left Highclere/Downton, we drove to see some more sets…

Sets that turned me into an excited seven-year-old, bounding around in the spirit of “I love this! And this! And this and this and this AND OH MY GOODNESS LOOK AT THISSSSSSSSSS!!!”

Right this way, folks, to the Harry Potter tour at Warner Brothers Studios London!!!!

(Buckle up for a lot of exclamation points.)

Ron’s chess pieces at the entrance!

Photos in the lobby – SNAAAAAAAAAAPE!

The tour introduction was given in a room with screens panning through all the movie posters for each of the eight films. We were asked to cheer for our favorite film as our guide went around the room. Half-Blood Prince, baby!!!

We moved into a theater where we watched an introduction video about the making of the eight Harry Potter movies, and when the screen was raised, we found ourselves standing at the entryway doors into the Great Hall

The Great Hall was set up with the house tables, and of course we all know my favorite:

And the professors were on stage, hanging out for Dumbledore’s year-end speech, no doubt.

Once we moved beyond the Great Hall, we no longer had a guide and were left to wander according to our own devices. The tour guide had told us that it takes an average of two hours to tour everything. He said the shortest time anyone had ever used to complete the tour was 30 minutes, and the longest was 13 hours! I won’t keep you in suspense – we were inside for four glorious hours! Let’s hit some highlights, shall we?

The invisibility cloak!

The Yule Ball centerpiece:

The gates of Hogwarts:

The Gryffindor dormitory (Ron’s bed):

The Mirror of Erised! (Where apparently I see myself at Harry Potter! Seems legit.)

Dumbledore’s Office!

The Tri-Wizard Cup and the Golden Egg:

Famed props galore! Hermione’s Time-Turner! Dumbledore’s Deluminator! Neville’s Remembrall! The Philosopher’s Stone! (That’s the Sorcerer’s Stone for you Americans.)


Hagrid’s Hut!

The Burrow! This set was interactive and had displays that you could touch to make Mrs. Weasley’s dishes wash themselves, make the knife chop the carrots, iron the clothes, and knit a scarf. It took forever for the dang children to get out of the way so that I could have a turn!

He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his infernal Death Eaters:

The Marauder’s Map, newspapers, etc.

Rita Skeeter’s outfit and quill:

The office of the most evil character to ever grace the Harry Potter page or screen. Seriously. I would have tea with Voldemort before I’d be caught in her company.

I also learned a new bit of information about her evilness. Her wardrobe got progressively pinker as she rose through the evil ranks of the Ministry of Magic.

Speaking of the Ministry of Magic…. Here it is!

The Black Family Tapestry:

There was a display explaining how many of the special effects were achieved for the movie, and those who wanted to could go into the Green Screen room and take a ride in the flying car and ride a broomstick! Liz looked at me like, “Seriously? We’re doing this?” but I think she had as much fun as I did. We bought our photos (… aaaaand our videos).

Hagrid’s bike and the Knight Bus!

Here lies that filthy muggle Tom Riddle:

The Hogwarts bridge:

Harry’s House on Privet Drive!

…with Hedwig!

James and Lily Potter’s house:

More chess pieces:

Yikes! Aragog! Nooo less freaky knowing he’s fake.

Awww. Dobby.


And the rather enormous model of Hogwarts Castle:

Inside Ollivander’s, where all of these wand boxes displayed the name of someone who worked on the Harry Potter films, from the actors to the directors, props, lighting, catering, EVERYONE. There was a tour guide here who could tell you the location of any name you wanted to see. I asked to see Alan Rickman, obviously.

I restrained myself fairly well in the gift shop, considering, but did buy my only t-shirt of the trip here as well as some other small items. I may have gone a little crazier, but reminded myself that I still had to re-pack my suitcase three more times before going home.

Liz struck up conversation with one of the guys who worked in the gift shop because he had been to Denver before, so I asked him for a dinner recommendation and he was able to point us to one of his favorite Indian restaurants for a much-overdue dinner. Once we walked back out to the parking lot and all my senses weren’t on overdrive anymore, I immediately knew how hungry I was!

Dinner was quite delicious as advertised and since we were arriving late into London, we didn’t have to deal with too much traffic while we sought out our hotel. Once again, my arrival was anticipated, and I was greeted by this sign in the room:

It took me a rather long time to come down off of my Harry Potter high to even consider going to sleep, so I sat up late writing postcards and grinning to myself about the day, while slowly letting it sink in that I was going to take London by storm the next day!


I’m Lookin’ Out at Blue Skies; I’m Lookin’ Out at a Home

The hardest part about posting trip blogs about New York City is that it makes me miss it, and wonder when I’ll get back. In this case, though, I know when I’m going back, since it’s in less than two days from now. So, before I start packing (hello, procrastination), I thought I’d recap my last trip to the Big Apple, November 3-5, 2012.

I’m going to employ a conversational tactic passed down through the generations of my family and say, “wait, wait, let me back up.”

The year was 1998. I was a junior in high school, and Joie Lenz got a two-week gig on Guiding Light. She made a good impression on more than just me, because a year later, she got a contract role… playing a different character, taking over the role of longtime Springfield resident Michelle Bauer from another actress, which is always dicey in daytime television. It’s been quite a few years, and I’m getting old, but as best I can remember, one day the previous Michelle was killing a dude in self-defense, and the next day, Michelle looked a lot different and she needed to keep the mob from finding out she was the one who offed their guy. Naturally, she was found out, but the mobster sent to kill her married her instead, and they eventually fell in love. Man oh man, daytime television. It was awesome. I’m sorry you missed it. But, for old time’s sake – feast your eyes on Danny and Michelle Santos:

Joie Lenz left Guiding Light in 2000, and Danny (Paul Anthony Stewart) got yet another new Michelle. I had the opportunity to meet and talk to Paul on a few different occasions after that, but I never got to meet Joie. In 2003, I read in a magazine that Joie Lenz had landed a starring role in a new show, and I knew I’d have to see it. She had gone back to her real name, Bethany Joy Lenz, and adopted a new character named Haley on The WB’s “One Tree Hill.” And I think we all know how I felt about THAT show.

As it would happen, in all the times I visited Wilmington and watched filming and met most of the One Tree Hill cast members, I never met Joy. I passed her once on Front Street. She was among friends for a girls’ night (I’m guessing), and in addition to not wanting to intrude, I was too stunned to have said anything, anyway.

In addition to being an actor, writer, and director, Joy is also a musician, so after One Tree Hill finished, I just hoped that she’d release an album and tour, and I might get a chance to see her that way. Therefore, after 15 years, I hope you can understand why, when I read that she was scheduled to headline a benefit concert for Rock the Schools in New York, I immediately bought a VIP ticket, without even being sure that I could attend.

While I was trying to figure out how I could afford to make the trip on my own, my BFF Jessica mentioned to me how much she and her daughter, Thai, wanted to return to NYC. I mentioned the weekend, Jessica jumped on it, Thai was excited, and we were off and running.

Then, a week before we were supposed to go, Hurricane Sandy hit the northeastern coast, and parts of New York City were devastated. After making sure my loved ones were safe and sound, I started waiting and watching, wondering if our trip would go on, or if we’d have to chalk it up as a loss, with a lot of non-refundable expenses paid. The news media is, of course, no help on such matters, and we had a chorus of well-meaning naysayers, but Jessica and I were in agreement: “Even if we have to walk there, we’re going.”

The key concerns specifically pertaining to our trip (and most New Yorkers) were the power outages, including all of lower Manhattan thanks to a blown transformer, and that the flooding had knocked out the subway system and vehicle tunnels, which would be akin to all of the highways closing down in a mid-size town.

New York, though, has a will of iron and they know how to get back on their feet. Jessica and I were planning our walking-intensive (walking-exclusive!) itinerary when I saw the announcement that partial service had been restored on the subway. Mere days after the greatest devastation the subway system had ever seen, and almost half of the lines were back up and running. New lines were added every day, and by the time our plane landed on Saturday morning, every subway line we needed was operational again. Also, Saturday morning, power was restored to most of downtown, including to the Gramercy Theatre, where I was going to the show that night. In the words of Fiona Apple, “I can’t help it; the road just rolls out behind me.”

We stayed in Queens at the same hotel where I stayed in May. And, feeling relieved that we no longer had to walk across the 59th Street Bridge (aka the Queensboro Bridge) to and from Manhattan every day, we took a walk to the river to have a look at it before hopping on the subway.

The subway took us to Roosevelt Island, and Thai and I had railroaded Jessica into taking the tram from there to Manhattan if we at least let her get there in one direction without testing her fear of heights. Before hopping on the tram, though, we took a walk around the southern end of the island, which afforded a nice view of Manhattan.

And we could look across the East River back toward Queens, from whence we came.

Tram time!

Thai was a big fan of the tram. She may have even loved it more than I do. Jessica didn’t freak out even once. I think she rather enjoyed herself, even.

Once we were back on the ground on the Upper East Side, we repaid Jessica’s tram generosity with two of her requested stops: a deli and a Sephora. As we walked, I got reacquainted with the city in my usual way – camera in the air:

We made our way to Central Park and found a pedicab driver to ride us around. I teased that I was going to post this photo and say I took it while I was running by, but I knew you’d be on to me, because the Marathon was cancelled in the aftermath of Sandy.

Pedicab is such a nice way to see Central Park. Someone else does all the hard work, and lets you off at key points for photo ops.

I worked it out with our driver to change the route a bit and drop us off at mid park on Central Park West, so we could continue on foot and see a place I’d never been to before: Belvedere Castle! On the way, Thai terrified us by climbing atop a huge rock. And then made us come up, too.

Doggies in New York actually pose for the camera! (At least, this one did.)

Leaving the park, we parted company for the night. Jessica and Thai were going to tour the Times Square area and see a few stores before going to see Wicked on Broadway, and I was headed downtown for my show!

VIP ticketholders (including myself) were attending a pre-show party and gaining early admittance to the concert, but when I arrived at the theatre, I found folks were already lined up for general admission! I was pretty happy to get to head inside ahead of the crowd. Before going in, I saw one of the acts, Matthew Perryman Jones, headed into the building. I don’t think anyone else recognized him (though they learned later that they did recognize his music), so I could go over and talk to him without starting some kind of frenzy. Then, it was time to head inside for the party.

The party was held in a cute space in the basement of the theater, and there were mini cupcakes waiting on all the tables. I probably would have appreciated this more, but I had one thing on my mind. Luckily, I ran into some folks I was acquainted with through my trips to Wilmington, so I had some solidarity as we waited for a chance to talk to the woman of the hour.

All things considered, I think I kept it together pretty well. I’m grateful that it’s my chest that usually flushes when I’m experiencing any kind of extreme emotion, so my face doesn’t betray me so much. One of my cohorts, Tray, knew that it was a particularly momentous occasion for me, so he sent me up first and broke the ice a bit – thank you, Tray! I pretty much rapid-fired all the things I had wanted to say, because I usually forget things, so I told her that I was a fan of hers since Guiding Light, and having given her my name, I said that I was one of the three writers she chose to feature on her blog last year, and named the piece I had written. The only thing that could have beaten the day that I logged on to her blog and saw my own words there was the moment that I related that to her and saw recognition cross her face. She had posted my entry on her blog, yes, and she remembered it still, and pulled me into a hug, saying that it was great to finally meet me. She signed the back of my lanyard, Tray took our picture, and I walked away with a big smile and a wonderful memory. I’ve met a lot of celebrities (famous by varying degrees), but the ones that I really admire, and careers I’ve followed for years on end – those are the hardest ones to meet. There is always that fear of a bad encounter; the fear that, in person, they’re haughty or mean or they’re neither, but they’re just having a bad day. I’m happy to say that Joy was warm and kind and as delightful as I could have ever wanted her to be. It meant a lot to me.

Shortly thereafter, they opened the doors upstairs for the VIPs to go ahead and claim a spot in front of the stage. I was the first person to walk in, and being very early, I took a seat in front of the middle of the stage and waited for the show to begin.

There was a long list of performers for the evening, and I didn’t know most of them. Amongst those unknown to me was Thomas Ian Nicholas, of American Pie fame. I never saw that movie franchise, but I’m sure some of you have, so I included a photo of him.

I was excited to hear Matthew Perryman Jones again, as he’s put out a new album since the last time I saw him, so I had some new songs to sing along to. He also played my favorite, “Feels Like Letting Go,” which I had requested when I saw him outside. He was even kind enough to call out to me from the stage, and say he was playing it for me.

Since both Joy and Mike Grubbs (of Wakey!Wakey!) were performing, other One Tree Hill cast-members who were in town turned out for the show, including James Lafferty and Robert Buckley. When the hosts called Grubbs to the stage, out walked James Lafferty instead. Dressed in Grubbs’ signature cardigan, James sat down at the keyboard as if he was ready to put on a show. In a cute skit that the audience loved, Grubbs came out and told James that was his piano and his sweater and this was his moment, and James couldn’t have it. He then called Robert Buckley out to remove James from the stage. I must say, I enjoyed it.

I have seen Wakey!Wakey! a few times before, but this was my first time seeing him with a 99% One Tree Hill crowd. Such screaming! He was overwhelmed by the reception. He played a fantastic set which got me pretty excited about the next album.

Joy even came out at one point to sing a song with him, which certainly got the audience psyched. I would have flipped over to video for that, but I was too busy, well, getting psyched!

Finally, the only performer remaining was Joy. My feet were not thrilled about how much time I’d spent standing, but finally getting to see Joy perform was enough to take my mind off of that. She brought down the house! AND… she brought CDs!!!

Joy said she had just written a new song, but it was a duet, and Grubbs reappeared to sing it with her. I flipped over to the video setting for that! And… since trying to get my blog to embed a YouTube video makes me want to jump off of a cliff, just click here if you want to see it, ok? (It will open in a new tab.)

Here is a photo of Joy, taking a photo of the crowd, which she immediately posted to Twitter. I’m visible in her shot, so I’ll post that below as well!

I was exhausted and happy as I made my way back to the hotel Saturday night. Jessica and Thai had beaten me there by 30 minutes or so and had already had our bags brought up, and had a Caffeine Free Diet Coke waiting for me, so I could unwind before getting some rest.

Sunday morning, we decided to go to Ripley’s Believe it or Not museum in Times Square. On our way, Thai stopped for a photo op with Mickey and Minnie.

Also, it is just me, or is there something wrong with this picture?

But then, here’s the cure, because there is nothing wrong with THIS picture!

I usually doze off at the mere mention of a museum, but Ripley’s was actually pretty fun, and Thai loved it.

I did not fare very well in this “black hole,” but Thai thought it was awesome.

The best part was this room that recognized our movements and projected them in a colorful way via a screen that covered one entire wall. We stayed for way too long in here, and I inevitably got dizzy from all the dancing and twirling, but it was worth the price of admission, right there.

Our next stop was another museum of sorts… THE MOST AWESOME MUSEUM IN THE HISTORY OF MANKIND… The Harry Potter Exhibition!!! I had just missed it when it was in NYC last year, and I was so bummed about it. When we saw a sign advertising it as we walked around the day before, I was afraid that it was an old sign, just teasing me. It turns out, the exhibition had just reopened on the day of our arrival. All three of us looked like kids in a candy shop when we walked in. The employees manning the photo camera actually chuckled a little when they saw the three of us, wide-eyed and pointing and gasping around the room. And we hadn’t even entered the actual exhibit yet.

Unfortunately, photography was not allowed (Warner Brothers and all their copyright business), but when we walked in, they took volunteers to be sorted (Thai got Gryffindor and I got Slytherin and Jessica got to witness us geeking out), and then we proceeded to walk through rooms filled with props and costumes from the Harry Potter films. We got to pretend to pot Mandrakes and play Quidditch, and I found great difficulty in moving away once we came upon the replica of Snape’s Potions Closet. We all took turns sitting in the enormous chair in Hagrid’s Hut, and the tour culminated in the Great Hall, which was magnificent. We had a blast!

Back out in Times Square, we saw some more strange sights. What do you suppose they’d be discussing?

And is this some sort of convention?

Thai wanted to go into Toys R Us, and she really wanted to ride the ferris wheel. We’ve already covered Jessica and her heights, so, what can I say? I stepped up and took one for the team. Which is to say, the only person who enjoyed the ferris wheel more than Thai… was me.

In case anybody ever wonders what bonds Jessica and I together, here she is, holding her Harry Potter bag, grinning like a fool in front of a Disney Princess display. Yep. I’d say that clears things up.

Next, we made our way uptown so we could be at the Top of the Rock by sunset.

As always, the view was spectacular, and as always, it is so stinkin’ cold on top of that building!

I caught Jessica and Thai warming up in the light room. Ooooh, pretty!

Once the sun went down and we were all pretty frigid, we walked back to the Theater District to see Mary Poppins! The show was great, and Mary Poppins even flew right over our heads!

Broadway Cares was raising funds for Hurricane Sandy victims, and Jessica made a donation, which resulted in us being invited backstage for a tour and to meet the cast.

These are fishing reels, used for the kite-flying scene.

After the show, we were all hungry, so we went down the street to Dallas BBQ. Thai was amazed at the size of her drink. The caffeine had no effect, though, because she fell asleep on the table as soon as she finished eating. Clearly, it had been a long day.

Monday was our last day, and we started it off right with a big breakfast at Court Square Diner in our little neighborhood in Queens.

Jessica thought, since it was vacation and all, it would be appropriate to order an appetizer before breakfast. She settled on this lemon meringue pie. Even with three of us, we didn’t quite get to the bottom of it.

From there, we made our way downtown, visiting Old St. Patrick’s cathedral and then walking downtown, catching sight of the Williamsburg Bridge and the buildings that scrape the sky down in the financial district.

I wanted to see the South Street Seaport, which I knew had been badly damaged by Sandy. I love that area, and it was sad to see so many small businesses boarded up. I hope they’ll be back on their feet soon.

We continued to walk along the river by the seaport down to catch the ferry over to Brooklyn.

When we reached Brooklyn, we walked along the parks which had been completely submerged only a week earlier. For instance, here is a photo of the carousel that sits at the edge of the water on the Brooklyn side. It’s one of the higher points along the parks.

And here is a photo of that carousel on the night of the storm.

But, the water had all receded and if we didn’t know it, we wouldn’t have been able to tell Hurricane Sandy had even come through the Brooklyn Bridge Parks.

We made our final stop at Front Street Pizza to get some lunch. The food was amazing and cheap, and I uttered the phrase, “Excuse me, but y’all are hot and I’m a tourist, so smile for the camera.” Good sports, these ones.

Once we left Brooklyn, it was back to Queens and then on to the airport for the trip back home. I’d say we had a fantastic time!

Hey, Mr. Love, Mr. Big Love, Big Love

My lifelong friend Andrea sent me a fantastic quote a while back: “It goes Christmas, New Year’s Eve, and Valentine’s Day. Is that fair to anyone who’s alone? If you didn’t get around to killing yourself on Christmas or New Year’s, boom, there’s Valentine’s Day for you. There should be a holiday after Valentine’s Day called ‘Are you still here?’” (from comedian Laura Kightlinger)

Fortunately, I can laugh at that because I don’t typically suffer from the single-at-the-holidays blues. (With the obvious exception of the endless suffering from family members who know of no other question to ask than some crass variation of “Do you have a boyfriend yet?”)

Since the answer is still no (and PLEASE stop asking me), I thought that I’d pay homage to the fictitious men in my life, who have all the hotness with none of the hassle.

Coming in at numero uno (and to the surprise of no one) is the great Nathan Scott.

Faithful husband, loving father, B-E-A-utiful, and has one heck of a jump shot. What more could you ask for?

Many thanks to James Lafferty for bringing this wonderful character to life (and supplying the mad basketball skills).

And, look here… score 1 for Amanda!

Number two is a more recent addition to my list, courtesy of Friday Night Lights. I’ve already got my upstanding basketball player, so naturally, I have to follow that with my football player of questionable repute: Tim Riggins.

Sure, he’s the town drunk, a habitual criminal, and a player both on and off the field, but he means well in his tender heart of gold, and his overwhelming hotness covers over a multitude of sins. Plus, he’s got that “Awww, shucks” Texas charm going for him and his truck makes a lot of noise. And when he runs the ball, he tackles the other team members ON HIS WAY to the endzone.

The man behind the legend is Taylor Kitsch, and if you listen really closely here and there, you can catch his true Canadian accent seeping into Riggins’ southern drawl. I’ve never seen him up close and personal, but if I ever do, and he lays that Texas accent on me, using words like “gal” and “ma’am,” I’ll be a goner.

Speaking of Texans… number 3 goes to White Collar’s Neal Caffrey. Technically, I don’t know where Neal is from, but his portrayer, Matt Bomer, is from Texas. And many years before his starring role on USA, I loved Matt Bomer for another role: Ben Reade. Here he is back then:

Alas, Ben Reade went from being a nice boy to a serial killer who eventually offed himself. It was sad. So, with the demise of Ben Reade, I followed Matt Bomer through Jay Burchell, Bryce Larkin, and eventually on to his star-making role as Neal Caffrey.

There seems to be a bit of a theme developing here, as Neal Caffrey is also a career criminal, BUT he tries his best to walk the straight and narrow to help his FBI buddy, Peter Burke, solve all his white collar cases. (Peter could rank pretty high on the list of fictional characters I love, too, come to think of it.)

My number four is ALSO from White Collar, though he only had a guest role in one episode. I’m cheating a little bit with this one, because in this case, my love is more for the actor than any character he has portrayed. But, I became acquainted with Murray Bartlett through his stint as Cyrus Foley (yes, another criminal) on Guiding Light. I’m not really sure what it says about me that the boys I like tend to spend quite a bit of time on the wrong side of the law. Here’s a photo of Cyrus in action (shout out to Mandy Bruno, who I also adore):

Aaaaaaand, here’s Murray:

I have met a lot of actors, many of whom I found incredibly attractive, and it was no big deal. But no matter how many times I’ve seen Murray, I have to fight the impulse to giggle like a schoolgirl. Obviously, he’s quite extraordinary-looking, and the Australian accent doesn’t hurt anything, but Murray’s best qualities are his kind heart, sweet disposition, and welcoming smile. I don’t know if or when our paths may cross again, but if they do, I’ll give him a big hug… and probably melt a little bit, as usual.

I think there is some unwritten rule that no list can stop at four, so I’m compelled to include a fifth here. The top five in my head is not relegated to fictional characters, so it usually includes Ryan Adams. But, he’s a musician, not an actor, so I can’t even slide him into this list on a technicality.

So, while there are quite a few fictional fellas I could name here, I am going to have to disappoint Mr. Darcy and go with another of my slightly-dark, tragic heroes: Severus Snape. (If you don’t know who that is, then you need to get off the computer and go open a book, for goodness’ sake.)

I guess I shouldn’t wax philosophical about Snape’s lot in life, given that some unfortunate souls didn’t read the books and are still waiting for the outcome of the movies. Suffice it to say that I loved Snape throughout the books in spite of everything, and despite the descriptions of his physical appearance that were supposed to make me see him as unattractive, I still came out of Harry Potter with a big ol’ crush on the greasy professor.

There are not many actors who could have brought Snape to life in a way that I could accept, but Alan Rickman pulled it off beautifully. Now, if only Snape were more prominently featured in the films…

So, who are your favorite fictional Valentines?