Butler Birthday Boy

[Picture/banner: courtesy of Photoshopping Scara only, all rights served, with great big thanks to the ever-so-fabulous GALS for the original imagery! :) Love the Scots!]

The most unattainable Love of my Life, and Chief Phantom in my own personal Grotto of imagination, Mr. Gerard James Butler, celebrates his 38th birthday today. With imdb front page-picture, fangirl enthusiasm and most likely a couple of alcohol free drinks at a karaoke party or two. TEN TIMES HURRAY AND A BIG WAVE! GO GERRY!!! Best actor in the World, most gorgeous male persona in the Universe. I kindly informed the other girls at the lecture today, that this is a quite important date, whereafter they looked at me somewhat strangely and simply asked how come? I then replied that it happens to be the anniversary of my favourite celeb of them all, one extremely charming and impossibly talented guy with big muscles and a tender heart; it's Gerry Butler, you know; and they said no, sorry, we don't. I then raised an eyebrow and told them they'd missed something very essential. Well, actually, I managed to do just that and not become angry - I was quite impressed with myself. Even when a good friend of mine said she'd hated "Phantom of the Opera" and didn't even remember Gerry's lead part, or that he had been in the film at all, I stayed calm. Unbelievable, but quite comforting. Haha. Haven't got nutters just yet. I restrain myself and then take it all out on fan communities later on. Technically, I take it out by loving Gerry even more. Cos still; goddamn! it's unfair. I mean, he's becoming a big star in the US, the Japanese (girls) are crazy about him, and us Scandinavians tend to know the recent, British culture stories very well, especially when it comes to films. I wonder: why doesn't everybody adore the most easily adorable man ever alive? Hence, I suppose it's appropriate with a couple of trivia at a time like this, to enlighten the community of ignorant fellows, and therefore - such is the case:

Basic knowledge on Gerard Butler, as composed by Scara the Überfan. The Butler, or Gerry as he prefers to be called, is a very hunky Scottish dude with steel blue eyes, a killer smile and a very, very, very sexy appearance. First and foremost: he's a fantastic actor, a proper up and coming one, with a great taste in roles (ok, at least at the moment) and a career spanning over two decades, covering a variety of...interesting characters. Tomboy of Lara Croft, Anna Friel, Lena Headey and so on. Lots of tight t-shirt sequences, much appreciated. His newest projects include "PS I love you" (weeee!!!), a Guy Ritchie-thingie, "Nim's Island" (with a promo pic where he looks unbearably hot and could qualify as Indiana Jones anytime; could that be a realistic idea?) and - possibly - a sequel to "300" or something else directed by Zack Snyder (fingers crossed). Gerry can, moreover, sing (wonderfully) and dance (passionately) and scream, use bow and arrow, fight trolls and do a whole lot of other things; the list is endless. Singing counts for double points, for instance, since he's got the vocal ability of a divine creature. He can make poles melt, literally. What he cannot do, however, is imitate American accents - but then again, we love his Scottish burr too much to even care. As for his personality, he is of course both smart, funny, bright, amusing, lovable and a dream to work with. I should know, I've read every bloody article ever written about him. For the record, that also includes numerous attempts at reading Japanese. (Didn't work, but the pic's were swell!) Gerry functions as a serious distraction (I find myself writing this instead of my homework, for example, which is a bit bad but necessary - a woman's gotta do what a woman's gotta do, etc) and he usually has a very funny effect (ergo: impact) on movie audiences. He can cause serious physical damage (breathing problems, swooning, falling down staircases when discovering "300"-posters on house walls), he provides mental images to haunt you for the rest of your days (misc. naked scenes, infamous stripping seances; featuring leopard skin underwear and bathrobes, and the whole of "300"), he stimulates female viewers in ways you really don't wanna imagine (trust me), and (consequently) won't be much admired by anybody's boyfriend anytime soon. That's for certain, lol. He's the kind of man who makes other men seem irrelevant, invisible and utterly boring - probably not on purpose, yet the results won't alter. No wonder the others are jealous. And the most grave fact of them all: this charisma is unavoidable! You can't help loving Gerry Butler, you can't ignore the feelings he invokes; nor is this something you can crave, or learn; it's a love that'll overpower you. Magic man! In other words: every reason to remember his face, ye honourable student friends of mine, and get ready for that brilliant, beautiful Butler! Soon, his name will (must!) be on everyone's lips. Rightfully, deservedly, and to the delight of every fangirl who celebrate this day.

So. Love him, support him, admire him - as much as you possibly can. Watch the films and join the crowd. There really isn't much more to say. Except loads of congrats, hopeless kisses blown overseas; a slightly sad, yet ever so fond "me luvs ya"; feeling a bit down because I know it won't be returned; and a sudden need for further picture proof, maybe. Hihi.