MOP's TOBIAS TUESDAY!

Me:  "We created Tobias Tuesday!"
Tobias:  (insert simultaneous cool/wtf/ok faces here)
Me:  "But don't worry.  We're not stalkers!  I promise!"  :)

FIRST LOOK: STARZ Releases Opening Title Sequence from OUTLANDER

FIRST LOOK: STARZ Releases Opening Title Sequence from OUTLANDER Debuted at the San Diego Comic-Con World Premiere

"STARZ releases a first look at the opening title song and sequence of its highly anticipated original series “Outlander.” The opening showcases never-before-seen footage from the series, along with an arrangement of the “Skye Boat Song” by Emmy-award winning composer Bear McCreary featuring the vocals of songstress Raya Yarbrough (below). The network first shared the main sequence upon over 1,500 enthusiastic fans at the Comic-Con world premiere screening of “Outlander” at San Diego’s historic Spreckels Theatre on Friday night. “Outlander” premieres on Saturday, August 9^th at 9pm ET/PT on STARZ."

Download the Original Opening Title Song from Bear McCreary on iTunes here!

My Hubby Purgatory

SPOILER ALERT:  Dinna read unless ye have read part 3 in Written in My Own Heart's Blood.

MOBY banter with my hubby, Tom: 

Me: "Poor Lord John...he's walking along, hiding in plain site and running into all these people he knows.  He's in this mass exodus to cross the Delaware into NJ.  And Ian just said they're headed to Freehold!!!!!"
Tom:  "Ian's there?!?"
Me: "Yes.  Ian and this dude, Percy... Jamie... Claire... They're ALL THERE!"
Tom:  "Wait.  Ian?"
Me:  "Yes!  Jamie's nephew!"
Tom: "Ohhh you mean Ian the son!  What about Ian, his dad?  The guy with one leg?  I like him."
Me:  (shakes head dejectedly)  "Didn't make it." (in my best Roy Scheider voice from JAWS)
Tom:  "Ohhhh no!  Poor guy!!  He should have walked through the 2014 stones, got himself an Oscar Pislari prosthetic leg...gone back...and he'd have been able to run away!"
Me:  "Who?  Wait, do you mean Oscar Pistorius?!  THE MURDERER???"
Tom:  "Yeah!  That guy.  Awful...but those legs make him fast.  Ian could have gotten one of those cool bionic legs and gotten away."
Me: (shakes head again) Ian died in the last book.  Of illness.  Not battle."
Tom:  "Which book?"
Me:  "Nevermind."

Stinking Papist

SPOILER ALERT:  Dinna read unless you've read chapter 56 in Written in My Own Heart's Blood. 

Just had to mention...

I got to this chapter whilst reading on my patio...and cheered uber-loudly when I saw the spectacular title.

Let the games begin!!!

William the Conqueror. Not.

Spoiler alert:  Dinna read unless you've read the first few chapters of part 3 in Written in My Own Heart's Blood. 

It's hot.  And I'm tired.  And
thirsty.  And I don't like anyone.
They're all a bunch of meanies.

OMG I'm starting to agree with Tracey.  I am sitting here reading all about William following along the mass exodus of Loyalists leaving Philadelphia. (Later, losers!  Don't let the cheesesteaks hit you in the ass on your way out!)  And I'm starting to think that's all he's ever done; FOLLOWED people.  He follows the military...he follows his father...he follows his father's rich family.  And worst of all, he follows the thought process that he's BETTER THAN EVERYONE...all because he has a title.  Pretty douchy, no?

And if one subscribes to this type of notion...one MUST admit the fact that William is the way he is due to the way he was raised.  And to this I say "Thank you, Lord John and family.  YOU have made this kid into the whiny, spoiled little brat he is today.  I hope you're proud of yourselves."  

Bet thy has never seen
me like this, has thee?

Meanwhile...how can I feel this way...yet love Hal the way I do?  And Dottie?  (Who is flawlessly played by a young Kristin Scott Thomas in my mind, I'll have you know.)  And Lord John for that matter.  How do I point fingers at Willie...yet laugh at their antics and wish there was a way I could jump into fictitious literaryland and have tea and crumpets with the Greys at 3PM every day??  Why do I long to raise my pinky while holding the most delicate 18th

Hal and I could drink a mean
Earl Grey out of this, no?!?

century Spode... and gossip with the family about all things, well, gossipy...be they political, religious or just relating to the local issues of the day?  I want to make fun of the rank of an officer with Hal, and the unfortunately incorrect length of some local socialite's skirt with Dottie (though the Friends would frown upon that at meeting.)

Now what is you doin' having yo'self
a big ol' party without ME, bitch?

Or even Lord John.  I know there's a magical queen in there somewhere - a la Lafayette from True Blood - just dying to let his guard down for once and snap his fingers in Z-formation with Tracey and me.  What a blast THAT would be.  Mmm...mmm... mmm... inDEED hookas. 

So...alas...I will just have to continue reading about Willy...hoping upon hope he's going get stuck with Jamie at some point.  I mean totally stranded for days (or dare I dream weeks...months?!)...learning to combine the upper crust intelligence he's acquired from his adoptive family with the brawn of one James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser.  (NOT that Jamie isn't wicked intelligent, duh.)  

Bottom line...I want William to MAN UP.  There.  I said it.  (If Dianne Feinstein can say it...so can I.)  I want him to jump into any given situation and use his noodle to take charge of said situation...and pay no attention to the fact that the aforementioned situation may suck.  

Just do it, William.  Just do it.   

MOP's TOBIAS TUESDAY!

MOP CHAT Tonight!

MOP Outlander Chat Tonight  at 9PM Eastern.  

Chat rules for this evening's MOBY discussion: 

The first 15 minutes of tonight's discussion will be about PARTS 1&2 ONLY!

The last 45 minutes will include THE ENTIRE BOOK.  

LET'S DISCUSS!!!