Location: Southeastern US
Work: If I told you, I'd have to...yeah.
Favorite movies & TV shows: Tron, Tron Legacy, The Avengers, Harry Potter series, Raiders of the Lost Ark, Star Wars (4-6), A Room With a View, Labyrinth, Singin' in the Rain, Tombstone, Young Sherlock Holmes, True Grit, The Big Bang Theory, Once Upon a Time, Downton Abbey, Firefly, The Dresden Files, Suits, Warehouse 13 and many others.
Favorite actors: Bruce Boxleitner, Dean O'Gorman, Tom Hiddleston, Rachel Weisz, Bruce Payne, Gabriel Macht, Emma Watson, John Rhys Davies, Judi Dench, Michael Fassbender, James McAvoy, Alan Rickman, Maggie Smith, Jeremy Renner, Richard Armitage, Gina Torres, Robert Carlyle, Sebastian Stan, Jennifer Morrison, Colin O'Donoghue (the whole OUAT cast, really) and I'm certain there are more...
Crazy things I've done: Whitewater rafting on the Colorado River (I fell out of the raft), ziplining, reenactment (gal and guy roles). I've also worked at an archeology dig. It wasn't as epic as Indiana Jones, but it was pretty amazing.
I enjoy hanging out with friends and welcoming visiting family to Chez Trin's, reading, writing, art, movies, occasional television, music, travel, my crites, and much more.
Creator of fyeahdeanogorman
[Renner] was living in this apartment when he got his first significant part, in 2002, playing the true-life cannibal serial killer in Dahmer. It was a small movie, shot quickly, but people who were drawn to it were really drawn to it. That’s when Renner first started being recognized on the street; unfortunately, it was by the sorts of people who might connect with a murderer who kept the heads of young men in his fridge.
The hot girl who bit Renner deep into his arm, sending him to the hospital for shots, was only his second-weirdest encounter with admirers. The weirdest was an older man, maybe in his sixties, who started popping up a little too often in the places Renner hung out back then: in the coffee shop around the corner, at the record store. The man kept saying, Gee, what a lucky thing this is, running into each other like this, maybe it’s a sign, maybe we should go get a drink, and Renner always demurred, never really thinking all that much more about the guy and his repeated appearances.
It wasn’t until the man showed up outside Renner’s apartment that the truth began to register. Renner was walking his dog, and the man bumped into him: Here we are again, can you believe it? Do you live around here? Renner said, Oh, no, just walking the dog. Once again, the man asked Renner to go for a drink. And this time, when Renner said thanks but no thanks, the man got upset. He started yelling. Renner hustled away, walking his dog all through those streets, around corners and behind hedgerows, blocks out of his way, before he finally decided he had lost the man, and he returned to his home.
He was sitting at his computer when he heard a noise outside on his patio. It was a coffee mug, crashing to the ground. Renner thought his dog or maybe his cat — he had a cat then named Milo — had knocked it over. He went outside to investigate. And there was the man. There was the man, and he had Milo in his hands. “He had my cat tucked like a football, under his arm,” Renner says, sitting in his Porsche all these years later. Renner was stunned, frozen in a kind of low-level shock. The man bolted into the street. Renner gave chase, but before he could catch him, the man jumped into a car and squealed away. The man was gone, and so was Milo. Renner never saw either of them ever again.
“I hope Milo had a good life,” he says today, firing his engine back up. “I hope he didn’t end up as that guy’s dinner.
My god, that poor man! I would have been inconsolable if some psycho had kidnapped my beloved pet, and I don’t think a day would go by when I wouldn’t think about what happened to my cat. That’s so awful, I just want to give him a hug, the poor thing. But I wouldn’t, because I wouldn’t want to freak him out! D:
My mom had a friend (former, now) keep a pet of hers that she’d loaned to her (to soothe a feline sibling the woman had adopted). The ordeal was pretty sad and unnerving, so I somewhat understand the shock of the above situation. But to see a random person you don’t know, a stalker, take your pet. I’m with you. I would completely lose my cool. I’d probably pull a Liam Neeson and get my pet back, not without a harrowing chase and dispensation of justice. (head cannon)