Thursday, July 31, 2014


Spoiler Alert:  I'm on part 3 in MOBY, y'all.

I have barely anything to say because I'm too verklempt to speak.  My eyes are completely immobile (like Lord John's) and fixed on the following three words: 

"Pardon me, milady,..."

Now THAT's an entrance.  All I can hear is Baby's completely breathy, "Johnny!" from Dirty Dancing. 

I may need to go lie down. 

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Hiding in Plain Sight

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

This is what I see in my head when thinking of Lord John cruising around Pennsylvania with the enemy, pretending to be one of them.  Giggle.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014


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

Saturday, July 26, 2014

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 9th 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."

Thursday, July 24, 2014

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!!!

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

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 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? 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, 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 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.   


Monday, July 21, 2014

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.  


Friday, July 18, 2014

MOP SHOP Alert: FREE Standard Shipping to CANADA!

Offer valid at Canadian MOP SHOP site only - through Tuesday, July 22nd!  Whatcha waitin' for, Canadian Outlanders??  Get in there and beef up your Outlander wardrobe!  :)

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

"Why Do You Keep Calling Me Calvin?"

SPOILER ALERT:  Dinna read unless you have read parts 1 and 2 in Written in My Own Heart's Blood.

I was up reading at 3AM a few nights ago.  But I wasn't reading MOBY.


I woke up - tossing and turning - with my mind racing about Roger and Buck...and Jerry.

This is me - trying to process all this time travel:

I am all kinds of confused.  AND LOVING IT.  And I know things will be revealed going forward...because they always are.  But I'm going over timelines...and my brain is negotiating with itself in a quest to piece it all together.  And don't bother telling me not to...and to just "go with it"...or some such silliness...because that is the way my brain works.  I missed my calling on "CSI Jersey Shore."

So here's the thing.  How did a woman on a farm in North Umbria have Jerry's dog tags if Jack-friggin-RANDALL had them Inverness in MOBY??  And handed them to Brian Fraser who handed them to Roger.  But Roger was WITH Jerry Mackenzie in North Umbria when the aforementioned farmer's wife had them there.  (UNLESS the man with dark hair and bright green eyes who told Jerry he loved him WASNA ROGER???)  So now I'm all KINDS of wondering if Roger is going to go through the stones with Buck AGAIN and find Jerry or what?

Frank, during his brief trip to
the 18th century (in my dreams.) 
AND AND we were discussing in MOP Chat last night; how did Frank's letter get into a desk at Lallybroch?!?  Riddle me THAT!  (Kidding - dinna tell me, please. Nae spoilers, aye?!) I suppose I'll just have to keep reading to find out.

AND Poor Jem.  I can handle a lot, y'all...but I canna handle the back and forth with little Jem being hunted by Rob Cameron.  And that story in the letter by Frank???  That exactly why they want Jem.  I thought it was about time travel...but if that were the case, they could have taken Bree.  They want Jem because they think he's going to rule Scotland.  (TELL me that wasn't a bomb dropper when you read THAT little tidbit.  WOW.  Canna wait to see what happens with THAT storyline.)

A few things:

- DOUGAL EFFING MACfrigginKENZIE for the love of all that's holy!!!  Yet another "SHUT UP!!!" moment in this series.  I loved every second of his visit with his twin Roger.  And comments like "feeling a state of bemused horror" just make me a) giggle, b) TOTALLY feel the scene and c) realize I'm feeling the same EXACT thing at seeing Dougal again!!!

- That letter Frank wrote to Bree.  Tell me I didn't cry - right there in my bed at 3AM - when he signed it "Dad".  OMG I cried an ocean.  I am telling you...Tobias Menzies' casting - coupled with my "Leaf on the Wind of All Hallows" read a couple years back (was it that long ago??) - has softened me to Frank BIG time.

"Take your damned hands off her."
And don't eff this UP, Roger!!!
- ROGER HELD BLACK JACK'S HANDS AND PRAYED OVER HIM.  (insert my gobsmacked face here)  What in the name of all that's holy.  I am living in TERROR that Roger is going to mess things up for Jamie and Claire.  What if Randall falls for ROGER?!?  What if that teeny prayer session makes Black Jack find God and throw away his wicked ways??  What if George McFly doesn't get the girl?  (Sorry - had to.)  SO MANY WHAT IFS!!!!!

- Bree is takin' the bairns and getting the heck outta dodge.  And putting herself right smack into the middle of the American Revolution in Phila-delphi-A.  Oy.  I suppose Frank is right; the safest place is the past.

But what about HAROLD ROGER?!?

What is that poor soul going to DO??  Shiz - he's OLDER THAN effing JAMIE in 1738!!!  It's not like he can WAIT FOR BREE or something!!  Boyfriend's going to have to get his ass back to the 80s (like all the clothing designers seem to have done recently; lorddddddddd the stripes) Bree's note...and then get his ass back to 1778 Philly.  OMG this book is so brills I don't know what to DO with myself!!!  Time travel RULES!!!

OK on to Part 3.  Wish me luck!!!

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

MOP Talks MOBY!!!

Check us out as we discuss Parts 1 & 2 of Written in My Own Heart's Blood!



Monday, July 14, 2014


MOP Outlander Chat Tonight  at 9PM Eastern.  

Chat rules for this evening's MOBY discussion: 

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

The second half of tonight's discussion will include THE ENTIRE BOOK.  


Tuesday, July 8, 2014


Just in under the wire because Tracey and I are out and about and up to no good! ;)

Friday, July 4, 2014

Time Keeps on Slipping, Slipping, Slipping...

SPOILER ALERT:  Dinna read unless you've read chapter 31 in Written in My Own Heart's Blood.

If the house is-a-rockin'...
Jamie and Claire
Sittin' in a Tree
First comes love...
Then comes marriage...

Then comes schtupping in a potting shed!!!

DAMN, sure know how to make an entrance!!!  For a minute there, I thought I was back in Lazarevo!! (Bronze Horseman by Paullina Simons reference.  If you havena read it...GET ON IT.)

And isn't it just like Miss Herself to sneak that up on us like a rainstorm in the desert.  (Better put an extra S on that because it's more like DESSERT!)

Elfreth's Alley.  Recognize. 
Meanwhile...back at the townhouse (or "row house" {pronounced row-hayus} as we Philadelphians like to say), has Jenny left Hal alone?  Or will she shank him when Ian and Rachel go to visit Marsali at the print shop?  And, um, is Fergus even at the print shop?  I don't even remember.  I must do some searchin' through Echo when I get a few minutes so I can get up to speed on Fergus's whereabouts.

So where am I now?  Bree just found Jem.  Thank GOD.  I was on the edge of my seat for that little roller coaster ride.  That poor kid.  He is NINE!  Just like my own son.  I swear, I was tearing up in the salon chair yesterday during my partial foil!  That poor soul was just wandering around IN THE DARK (sung like Billy Squier).  I was a puddle the entire time I was waiting for my vanilla creme glaze to kick in.  Can you imagine??  That little guy dealing with those crazy-assed machines...and the stairs...and the possibility of getting sucked back to the 18th century.  What a ride!!!

See Rob rub.  Rub, Rob, rub. 
That Rob Cameron is a douche of epic proportions.  I hope Bree leaves him in her hidey hole for the entire book and makes him rub the lotion on his skin.  Shit, I'll buy Diana Gabaldon a poodle named Precious if that happens.

And Roger.  Poor Roger.  :(  Oh I am sick for him.  He is - and always will be - Job.  I went from "Ugh...I already read about Roger and Buck trekking across the countryside and trying to get back" to "Holy shit, Roger's the most interesting thing in this friggin  book!  And that's saying something because every storyline is on fire!!"

Brian Fraser.  BRIAN FUCKING FRASER.  I shat my pants on the spot when he appeared at the friggin door.  Diana Gabaldon, man.  She is the shiz!!!  WHAT a gift for us!!!  I wanted to stand up in the salon chair and go "WUH WUH WUH" with my fist like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.  And Janet Jenny.  Lorddddddd 15 year old Jenny.  And I was calculating in my head like a crazy person while reading that...FEVERISHLY trying to figure out how old Jamie was and WHERE he was and if he was a couple years older or younger than Jenny.  (Memory.  It's not just for breakfast anymore!)

Brian WHAT?!?
Actually - when we first saw Brian, I was wondering if Jamie was going to come toddling to the front door...and I'm kindof glad he didn't.  My heart would not have been able to handle that at_all.  I would have run screaming from The Style Room, yelling "Help me, help me, Jesus, Bride and the saints!!!" and scared the crap out of the lady next door in the bakery.

OK - enough of my rambling.  Later, y'all.  I have to go read.

Post Scriptum:  Isn't DG a sly one with flipping back and forth between worlds?  I had forgotten how maddening, yet delicious it is when you get SO into one storyline...find yourself in the other world and think "Oh crap"...and a few paragraphs later are completely and utterly immersed in THAT world...and never want to leave.

Happy Fourth of July!

IN CONGRESS, July 4, 1776.
The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America,
When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.–That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, –That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.–Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.
He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.
He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.
He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.
He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.
He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.
He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.
He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.
He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers.
He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.
He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, and eat out their substance.
He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.
He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil power.
He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:
For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:
For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:
For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:
For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:
For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:
For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences
For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies:
For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:
For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.
He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.
He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.
He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.
He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.
He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.
In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.
Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our Brittish brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.
We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.