#mcgoogoo and me

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The sun was shining too bright for me to be worrying about my deadline so I guess I'll use this rare occasion to make a pinned post.

When I started blorbo posting it was simply because "If even I, who knows next to nothing about British and American TV series, can see that Patrick McGoohan was criminally underrated, then maybe this blog has a reason to exist."

The only thing I ever learned about blorbo posting is from the Columbo fandom. They have fun, and they love their blorbo. As the kids say: Love and peace on planet earth.

But McGoohan is a challenge and will never stop being one. His public image, both in front and behind of the camera, isn't that of someone who would be pleased with blorbo posting. I don't know how other blorbo bloggers feel, but I just wish I can hold a conversation with my blorbo that doesn't bore him to death or anger him to the point of throwing me out of the room.

Judging someone who talked about his nervous breakdown like it was just a cold isn't something I like to do, especially online. So if I have to talk about McGoohan, I always get quite nervous. I can only say that I regret we didn't get to know him as much as we would like to and I really wish he was still here with us.

I know many of the decisions he made, he made it for future generations. It's my privilege to say that my blorbo's gift to the three-year-old running this blog has been her greatest pride as a blorbo blogger. And her hardest and most honourable task is not to mess it up.

I actually didn't create this blog to please McGoohan (the ladies can testify to that, lol). And I think I make fun of him more than I should. But I hope he knows that life as a blorbo blogger isn't easy when your blorbo is Patrick McGoohan and maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be too hard on me.

And just in case anyone is wondering what the hell I'm doing on here, here's a short guide to my blog.

my stupid vid My McGoohan fancams are what I personally consider the funniest part of my blog. But they can be somewhat serious too, I think.

my lousy photoshopping This can mean just about anything. McGoohan as The Little Prince. McGoohan in Ingmar Bergman's films. Anything that I made with photoshop. So I have some more tags to categorize it.

mcgoohan at the museum What I love to do the most in photoshop is putting McGoohan into paintings. I don't know why. Maybe because it easily hides my lousy photoshopping skills. Or maybe because my blorbo is as beautiful as a painting.

mcgoohan album covers What can I say? “But you don't really care for music, do you?”

mcgoohan fashion Let's be honest, don't you love a beautiful blorbo?

mcgoohan posters I sometimes try not to misinterpret McGoohan's works, I don't know if I succeed though.

no context mcgoohan Mostly just McGoohan sitting or standing somewhere. But I love it nonetheless.

mcgoohan for kids and mcgoohan anime Well, it's exactly what you would expect it to be.

mcgoohan arthouse One day I'll retire from blorbo posting and go back to watching arthouse films.

mcgoohan stickers They are not as cute as cat or bunny stickers, but they stick all right.

the prisoner redux or anything redux means my lousy photoshopping for that particular series/movie. But when there are so many McGoohans in one post I get tired of tagging and I just give up.

I think that's enough of my lousy photoshopping.

wild mcgoohan in his natural habitat McGoohan as God intended him. Trying to not give away too much information in interviews.

mcgoohan lore McGoohan in someone else's words, including his daughter's. Needless to say, my words should not be trusted. You'll know them when you see them.

my gif McGoohan gifs, mostly for losing tumblr polls. Also for making this blog popular with the ladies on here.

village poetry If there's one thing that McGoohan might like about this blog, this is probably it.

village soundcloud Blorbos and song lyrics go hand in hand - Tumblr proverb.

mcgoogoo and me Just me rambling about my McGoohan dreams and my hard life as a blorbo blogger.

my lousy shitposting It has something to do with McGoohan I'm afraid. But it's fun.

I know this blog has become quite predictable and it's filled with half of my life's story. But if McGoohan was really who I think he was, that would be the least of his problems with my blog.

And finally, my hiatus is a running joke that I'm getting worse at, I hope.

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Believe it or not, this screenshot got me into watching Columbo. And it was such a joy, I was so happy watching it everyday. Trouble was, the sweetest leading man had this rebellious and intelligent friend, who took all the blame when things went wrong and all the blame when things went right. The first time I noticed him he wasn't even in front of the camera. Now look at where I am, LOL.

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How the hiatus is going

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I haven't slept very well for the last few days so here's the most stupid poll you'll ever see.

Propaganda

Patrick McGoohan: It's 1 a.m. and I just want my blorbo to win a poll.

Farmer Bebop: My track record of losing tumblr polls speaks for itself.

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How I'm doing right now

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This website will eventually force me to resign as a blorbo blogger.

Requested by anonymous

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Me after this poll

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I have done some thinking today and I have to admit that my blog is a mess, which reflects who I am as a person. But that also proves that I am a person. If I were not who I am, I wouldn't be a McGoohan fan. Maybe my blog doesn't even make sense, but maybe it doesn't have to. I can only honor McGoohan's legacy by being myself. He would understand why.

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This blog in a nutshell

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I was so impressed by the formidable columboscreens and the power of queer tumblr to bring about a Columbo renaissance that I started blogging thinking I'll live to see the day Danger Man gets a blu-ray release. Now I have to admit I've failed because I'm even more old-fashioned than McGoohan and can hardly keep up with blorbo posting for three days in a row.

Hi, I don't know if you still check this inbox but your blog has the best Danger Man screenshots I have ever seen. Would you mind telling me where you got the high-res screenshots from? I'm starting to think you remastered the film copy yourself :)

Ahhhh, thanks for your message - I am still working on new posts but I was shocked the other day to realize that it's been over a year since the last one...real life is an abominable nuisance. As for the screen shots - I wish I had access to those masters! Sadly, with the demise of Network, there is no hope now we will ever see a Bluray release for the series. Only three Danger Man episodes got the HD Bluray treatment from Network: View from the Villa, Colony Three, and No Marks for Servility. All other screenshots on my Tumblr are from the DVDs. xxx

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Now I really must go

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Weird McGoohan dreams are back again.

The other day he was a detective in my dream, looking just like he did in Thomasina. I have no idea what crime was committed or where the culprit was. Only women and children were to be seen in the dream, they were looking out of the window at some firework. Apparently it had something to do with the 'crime' and McGoohan was trying to explain something. After that it was bed time and McGoohan had to put the grandma to bed. The rest didn't go to bed so probably only the grandma was too old to protest being sent to bed early. Then McGoohan sat down in a chair and started smoking his pipe.

Then last night I was at a theater or a concert hall in my dream. I was leaving after the show but for some reason I suddenly looked back. Through the half-open door I saw McGoohan standing among a few people, near the exit on the other side. It would be impossible in real life for me to see him, being short-sighted as I am. But it's a dream so I lost no time wondering what was wrong with my eyes and tried my best not to let him out of my sight. But then he went backstage and I lost sight of his white hair and blue shirt for a moment. When I was there I only saw a corridor with a few closed doors and McGoohan was nowhere to be seen.

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I know I'm on hiatus but here's an update on my weird McGoohan dreams.

Last night I dreamed that I was back at school with my best friend and her sister, who was in a drawing contest. After the contest was over, she gave me a drawing of a tree with a spot in the middle like a jigsaw puzzle piece. Then she had to join the other contestants for the ceremony and I went into the next classroom. It was full of first graders. They were playing but soon after I came they all fell asleep, all but one kid. I took the kid to the teacher's office and told him that the kids' parents still haven't come to pick them up. When I came out, my friend's sister was leaving in a mini bus with the other contestants. She waved at me and my best friend and we ran after her. She told me I should go to the other side of the bus because there I could see McGoohan. I took my best friend's hand and ran towards the passenger seat. McGoohan was sitting there. He was holding out his hand for me while the bus was running. Still holding my best friend's hand, I reached out to him with my free hand and he held it for a moment. I could see his smile before the bus left me behind. My best friend told me she was sorry I had to stay behind because of her. I told her "What are you talking about? You are my best friend. Is this a Korean drama or what?"

A Korean drama is just a Vietnamese slang for a sentimental soap opera. It may or may not have anything to do with actual Korean dramas, I haven't seen any so I can't really say.

And there was another dream a few weeks ago. It had the setting of those 'fancy' Danger Man episodes. A party was going on, there were a lot of people and they all gathered in a big room. Somewhere outside the room there was a staircase and a very John Drake looking McGoohan was sleeping on the stairs. It was very quiet and well-lit. Then a beautiful black woman came along and gave him a kiss. She was so beautiful you'd think it was all a dream. Then she returned to the room, just as quietly as she came. Right after that McGoohan woke up. Somehow he knew what happened to him. And he had a friend who was sitting at the top of the stairs the whole time. He came up and asked her who did it and she said "Oh she is so beautiful, I love her". So he decided that the party was over, cut off the power and faked a burglary on four sides of the house, breaking a few windows and so on. After everyone had calmed down and the power was back on, he came into the room looking like it had nothing to do with him and took his leave.

TL;DR: "If you have another hiatus I'll be nice to you in your dream" - McGoohan probably

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Love me some McGoogoo ❤️❤️

Minerva McG/Poppy Pomfrey: castle mistletoe infestation, students are taking up too much of their time, hot cocoa. 😘

Minerva McG/Poppy Pomfrey - 1st December in the HP Secret Santa(hey @writcraft I asked devinesis who they wanted to gift this to and they picked you, hope you like it!)requests are still open here“Oh no you don’t.” Poppy’s shout was accompanied by the fizzle of a stinging hex and Minerva turned just in time to watch a wide-eyed 6th year Ravenclaw scurry off up the corridor, rubbing his arse. “He was about to push you under the mistletoe,” said Poppy.

“For the love of… ahem, yes, thank you Madam Pomfrey,” Minerva sighed. She dismissed the pair of grinding  Gryffindors she had been in the middle of lecturing and waited until they were out of sight before stalking over to where Poppy was conjuring a comfortable sofa out of one of the tapestries.

“Now Minnie,” Poppy started. “It was only a small hex and-”

“Poppy,” Minerva interrupted, applying gentle pressure to her own temples. “I must be seen to maintain order among both the students and my members of staff. The board of governors-”

“I know dear,” Poppy’s hands settled on Minerva’s forearms, strong thumbs massaging the tense muscles. Lowering her arms, Minerva settled both hands on Poppy’s shoulders, allowing herself to be slowly pulled down into the sofa.

“You really cannot hex the students,” she said, her voice trailing off as Poppy kissed her cheek.

“Of course not,” Poppy smiled, glancing up at the mistletoe now hovering above them and then pressing another kiss to Minerva’s lips. “Here, drink your cocoa,” she produced a steaming mug, topped with squirty cream, “and tell me about how many students you’ve caught kissing under that dratted weed.”

“Well,” Minerva looked across the mug at Poppy. “If we are including ex-students among that number then you and I bring the total up to 27.”

“27?” Poppy beamed, picking up Minerva’s free hand and giving the cold-swollen knuckles a quick kiss. “My, my, some things never change. Now, let me see if I can guess which house the trio hailed from…”

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McGoohan even predicted my blog. I really shouldn't have toned down the "my fav could see the future" part of my Sci-Fi poll propaganda.

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Can't believe I have to go to work now and not to Switzerland with my grandpa so that we can both get star-struck by Max von Sydow.