So rare.

An image from a small slide procured by a good friend at auction some time back...

Funny, years ago one of my friends asked me why I thought Ripley was "so magnificent." 

Not that her lanky, youthful sexiness is the only (or even a terribly important) reason... but I do wish I'd had this pic to show him.

Bah! If they're asking the question, they're already beyond understanding the answer.

I mean, really -- it's self-freaking-evident.

On, Ripley.



Lucky star, lucky me.

Greetings, On Ripley readers!

Mike C. here... and this one is a little odd.

I am posting this time around for The Cat who, after seeing them, insists I show off these two pictures.

I hesitate but I think it's fun.

See, I've been married for 17 years to a wonderfully brilliant and affectionate woman who, as luck would have it, also reminds me of Sigourney Weaver, and especially one Lt. Ellen Ripley, and has since the day I first saw her.

Her voice, height (no, not 5'11" but taller than me anyway), her mannerisms, her physique, even her occupation -- not a Warrant Officer in space of course but a woman in charge of a bunch of guys running a stage crew and managing band tours, manning (or womanning) spotlights, lighting consoles and shouting down egotistical men who think they know better than she does -- all continue to impress me, and remind me every so often that she really is a heroic Ripley in our own little theatre world.

Now OBVIOUSLY we would not have stayed together for 17 years if it was only about looks (on both sides!) and her occasional resemblance to our favorite sci-fi fighting femme is only *barely* one of the million reasons I am so crazy about my amazing wife.

I emphasize this because I don't want anyone to think I'd be that shallow, or that I hold my marriage to some standard far below the devoted, supportive and hilarious relationship it honestly is.


On Hallowe'en of 1996, we attended a party at a friend's place, and she (my wife) came as Ripley. I'd always told her she looked like Sigourney and she thought it would be fun. She cut her hair, wore no makeup, whipped together her outfit, and only asked if I could find her some kind of gun. I built one out of all kinds of junk, and made her some ammo belts and things. She couldn't find close enough high tops for the real look but her dark mili' boots worked fine.

I doubt anyone even noticed...

She doesn't look exactly like her, of course. But it's pretty striking. The bottom one especially could almost be a behind the scenes still from an Aliens DVD gallery.

So whenever I tell someone who has yet to meet her how Ripley-ish my wife is, and they don't believe me, I only have to show them these photos.

If you can picture the woman you see here wearing a headset/mic, running a lightboard/flipping switches and telling another crewmate how to do their job better, then you would have to agree...

I am a lucky man.

I said it was an odd post. 

Your mileage may vary, of course. But even diehard Sigourney fans were a bit shocked when I posted these on Facebook (which is when The Cat saw them and asked me to post them here).

And if I can make The Cat jealous...



In space, no one can hear you sing.

You are my lucky star
I saw you from afar
Two lovely eyes 
At me they were gleaming
I was star struck...

You're all my lucky charm
I'm lucky in your arms

You've opened Heaven's portal
Here on earth for this poor mortal
You are my lucky
Lucky star.



Happy Easter.

In space, no one can hear you hop.