I Know That Voice

Greetings from Monsters and Mayhem. It’s time for Friday Rambles, and I’ve thought about this post with great delight all day.

Today, you get to meet the men who could read the dictionary and send me into a helpless swoon. It’s time for Kendra’s top-five voices list!

 
#5.  This fellow has a very diverse career behind him, but he commands every scene he’s in. Not just because he’s an awesome actor (he is) but because his presence is so large. His voice is at once both bestirring and reassuring. Seriously, what did you expect from a man who played God? For your consideration: Mr. Morgan Freeman.

 

 

#4.  This man has voiced both Eeyore and Optimus Prime. His voice-work resume is longer than a gang-banger’s rap sheet and far more interesting….may I present Mr. Peter Cullen:

 

 

#3 Oh, he’s a newcomer, but he is…so amazing. He played a god, too–one who uses his voice and words to beguile as much as his magic. Reciting my favorite poem, is Mr. Tom “Loki” Hiddleston:


#2. A spaceship captain. A wheelchair-bound super-professor. A pirate. A Shakespearean. I imagine you don’t even need his name, but if Patrick Stewart were to promise to read me Hamlett, I’d clean his entire house. And then pay him for the privilege:
 

 

And finally,

#1.  He’s played villains and lovers, adulterers and professors. He can imbue more emotion into a single, scathing word than most of us can in a full sentence. He embodied Professor Snape and turned Colonel Brandon into a sexy, under-appreciated hero. And his voice, to me, is very near perfection. May I present Mr. Alan Rickman.

 

 

I know a few people will ask “where’s James Earl Jones?! Don’t get me wrong, the man’s voice is majestic. Who else could pull off Mufasa and Darth Vader. He’s amazing…he’s just not in my top five. It’s a personal preference, y’all.

So who else did I leave out? Who’s your favorite voice?

Geeks of the World: Unite!

All hail the mighty Sheldon! Let’s begin by reciting our Geekdom pledge of allegiance:

*knock knock knock* Penny?

*knock knock knock* Penny?

*knock knock knock* Penny?

Excellent, this meeting of Geek Court shall now commence. Does everyone have enough Red Bull, Funyuns and M&Ms? If not, we’ll send the robot minions out for more.

As you can probably tell, I’m a proud, card-carrying Geek. I love watching The Big Bang Theory. Not only because it’s hilarious (it is), but because I live The Big Bang Theory. My Prince Charming plays video games, learns programming languages for “fun” and takes me to see Superhero movies. And I adore him for it.

You see, my husband is a software engineer. Most of his good friends are–you guessed it–IT/Engineering types. Their idea of playing football is spirited trash-talk over their fantasy leagues. They have arguments about who’s hotter: Caprica Six, or Starbuck. (Starbuck, by the way). They play D&D. No, really…the dice version. In fact, when the four of them get together, I call them Sheldon, Leonard, Raj and Howard. My husband is Raj by the way. Except he can talk to girls just fine.

I’ve always been a SciFi/Fantasy loving bookworm. I watched Krull and Star Wars and Star Trek: TOS instead of MTV. These days I watch very little TV, but when I do, it’s Fringe and Battlestar Galactica and, of course, The Big Bang Theory.  Twenty-five years ago, when I was trying to fit into the high school mainstream, I’d hide my geekier side. I’d dress like the other girls. If I read at school, I was careful to show up with lighter books (reading Dune and The Hobbit at home). Geeks weren’t cool then, and the word “fanboy” didn’t even exist. So I hid.

But now? Now it’s awesome to be a Geek. A geek renaissance so to speak. Comic-con has grown from a gathering of guys who love comic books into Hollywood’s gateway for fanboy buy-in. Want to launch a big-budget film? You better get to Comic-con. It’s become a carnival for everyone who loves Buffy, Firefly, and anything Marvel-ous.  And that “everyone” has grown to epic proportions.

“Geek Chic” is now part of our lexicon.

Or, as my CPA, mystery-reading, PhD-holding, bespectacled Dad used to say, “One day, precious, geeks will rule the world. So let it roll off when those popular girls call you weird. All that reading will pay off one day.”

My Dad was right.