Gentle Reminders

You know, it's funny.  I talk a lot about how the Universe speaks to me.  Probably too much.  I also talk about how I feel about plagiarizing, appropriation, IP "borrowing" etc. etc., most decidedly too much.  I'm kind of tired, hearing it myself.  Hearing myself.  So tired, in fact, I was going to write a blog about it.  About how I wasn't going to talk about it anymore; unless it was some kind of glaring, undeniable example of it; because maybe I'm coming off as a little crazy here. Like, demonstrably.  Like clinically.  And who wants that?  I know I don't!
So, tonight, I'm lying on the couch, channel flipping.  It's Saint Patrick's Day.  It's also my husband's birthday (which makes it really easy to remember!).  I land on Masterpiece on my local PBS station.  Was it a documentary about Saint Patrick, Chris? You might ask.

No.  No it wasn't.  But it featured an actor who, I think, would be a great choice to play him and could do so quite easily.  Mr. Dohmnall Gleeson.  If you've been following along at home, you may recall that I've written about Mr. Gleeson more than a wee bit, in these pages.  You may recall I cast him and had him in front of mind when I was writing my screenplay, in real time: Heartfight.  He was one of two male leads.  The othere being Adam Driver.  I posted this picture of the pair.

I found out later that the picture of Adam and Dohmnall was faked.  You could've fooled me!  And you did, whoever you are.  It was actually a picture of Adam Driver and Viggo Mortenson.  And honestly, I can't decide which one is more fantasy inducing.  And I'm not talking fantasy films (mainstream anyways). Am I right people?

Adam is giving some serious Bromance vibes here.  And then some!  But that's for another time.

So Chris, what happened?  What did the Universe unveil to you this time?
Well, Chris, I sense a note of sarcasm in your tone (I'm talking to myself here, btw, which is often cited as either good or really questionable mental health).
Sorry Chris, I'm just trying to infuse this with a healthy dose of skepticism...Crazy, I'm crazy for feeling, so crazy​...so, I'm waiting...
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Okay.  So I'm watching this show Alice and Jack and it's caught my attention because Mr. Gleeson is in Full-On-Hot-Irish- Lad-Mode, with the shining beacon of flame red hair and the shamrock flower white skin.  I watch.  Oh, it's a low-key love story about a shy, retiring research scientist (Jack/Dom) and a ballsy, hard as nails lady financier (Alice/Amanda Somebody) (and you can tell she's ballsy 'cuz she wears a black leather moto jacket) who lives in a London flat the size of a Heathrow terminal.  They have a one-nighter toss and then a few months of ghosting then a second "please stay the night, even though I'm emotionally broken and kick a bloke's ass out before dawn..." And when he does stay the night, she drapes herself over him and it looks like this:

Which may put you in mind of this:

Well Chris, I recall you posting that photo of the two spooning blokes as visual accompaniment to one of the scenes in you Heartfight screenplay; but that's a fairly common repose for any reclining lovers.
Yes Chris, you're right.  But do you recall the dialogue that accompanied the accompaniment?  
Oh, you mean this dialogue?

​HENRY
Yes Paddy.  Sometimes realizations come on you like, I don't know...a drop kick from Jesus.  We only have so much time.  I don't want to waste any more of it.
PADDY
Henry?
HENRY
Yes?
PADDY
I...I...love your tattoo...
Paddy kisses the tattoo and lays his head on Henry's chest.  His face registers surprise.
PADDY
Your heart just skipped a beat...wait, there it went again.
HENRY
​You make my heart go pitter-pat, Mr. O'Riada.
Paddy CHUCKLES; but he can't hide the look of concern on his face, which, Henry can't see.

Okay, so?
Well, guess what Jack and Alice were talking about in their scene.
Just tell me.
How fast her heart was beating and then he asks her if she's all right and she says she is; to paraphrase.
Hmmmmm.  I'm gonna say coincidence.
Okay, sure.  Let's say coincidence.
​Oh, Saint Patrick is back!

That is one rough trade Saint Patrick.

So what now Chris?
Okay, so if this continues to happen in the future, which I fear it will; I am not going to call it out in a Big Way.  I'm just going to do some "quiet" complaining.  You know: Gentle Reminders.  Soft Admonishments. Wrist rubs. Waving, not Wagging Fingers.  Tut-tuts and pooh-poohs.  That sort of thing.
But, in the meantime, I invite the above-the-line talent of Alice and Jack to a rebuttal.  A point-counterpoint type sitch.  I welcome them to come here and tell me how I'm once again mistaken about all of this.  And in particular, this incidence in their "limited series"; the rest of which I will not be watching, Dom or no Dom. And speaking of "Dom": that "H" is a real bug-a-boo, Gleeson.  I mean, who can remember where it's supposed to go?  And it's silent, only adding to the confusion.  Might I suggest the following? How about Dom H. Nall-Gleeson?  Or Dohmhnall? Or how about Dohmhnahll?  Or just drop the "H" altogether. Domnall?  But I do like the H. H is such a butch looking letter, even though it's often dropped or silent.  Do you have an Hermes "H" buckle belt Dohm?  I found one at the Lost Luggage store in Alabama for only fifteen bucks!  You should get one.  Yes, a little on the pricey side, but they are reversible, so it's really like, two belts for the price of one.
Particularly-in-particular, the following gentlemen.  Writer, creator Mr. Victor Levin and directors Hong Khaou and Juho Kuosmanen: American, British/Cambodian and Finnish, respectively. And I have no idea who directed the scene in question.  Who would've thunk this would go International!??!

That is all.
Are you mad at the Universe Chris, for dropping this in your lap, unsolicited?
Well, I've been having issues with the Universe lately; but I'm certainly not one to hold a grudge.  I mean, where would we be without the Universe?

CFR  3/18/24