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Oh, Spader. Not everything can be Secretary.
Courtesy of Aim: the trailer for Tuff Turf, which is 2 1/2 minutes of pants-wetting hilarity.
HE'S A REBEL... with a cause! Seriously like James Dean! He even has a vaguely gay BFF! Only without the emasculated dad, plus some singing and dancing! And bicycles? And bulky cable-knit sweaters? And...never mind.
Enjoy every chain-fence scaling, not-remotely-dangerous, shirtless young Spader, eyelinered RDJ, 10-speed-centric moment of it.
My e-mail exchange with Aim follows:
( If Amy and I were royalty, we would *totally* have a court artist... )
I think I might have to write a story about Richard Marx and Timmy T living in the Pink California Sky world with the Wakefield Twins. That's some good stuff.
I don't want to work. I just want to go home, hole up in my room, mourn Tedward Lilly's sad loss to the Marlins (just that one inning! Oh, Tedward! If only those bloop hits hadn't been followed by doubles!), and watch things and stuff. Or write something...about...something.
Something besides Pink California Sky world.
Every time I try to write something based in Psych world, it ends all awkward and not sexy. It's more poignant and high schoolish and makey-outy. What's up with that?
Also, I just had to register my shock re: Kief's DUI. Kief? Him? What? Never! Shocking. Shocked...shock...I am registering.
Courtesy of Aim: the trailer for Tuff Turf, which is 2 1/2 minutes of pants-wetting hilarity.
HE'S A REBEL... with a cause! Seriously like James Dean! He even has a vaguely gay BFF! Only without the emasculated dad, plus some singing and dancing! And bicycles? And bulky cable-knit sweaters? And...never mind.
Enjoy every chain-fence scaling, not-remotely-dangerous, shirtless young Spader, eyelinered RDJ, 10-speed-centric moment of it.
My e-mail exchange with Aim follows:
( If Amy and I were royalty, we would *totally* have a court artist... )
I think I might have to write a story about Richard Marx and Timmy T living in the Pink California Sky world with the Wakefield Twins. That's some good stuff.
I don't want to work. I just want to go home, hole up in my room, mourn Tedward Lilly's sad loss to the Marlins (just that one inning! Oh, Tedward! If only those bloop hits hadn't been followed by doubles!), and watch things and stuff. Or write something...about...something.
Something besides Pink California Sky world.
Every time I try to write something based in Psych world, it ends all awkward and not sexy. It's more poignant and high schoolish and makey-outy. What's up with that?
Also, I just had to register my shock re: Kief's DUI. Kief? Him? What? Never! Shocking. Shocked...shock...I am registering.