Who is going to be the next Harrison Ford?  Well, maybe the guy in the purple shirt?

His name is Sung Kang, and he's not exactly been in anything I've seen, but them what's "in the know" 
(Fall Movie Guide)
say he's got the cool hard-ass thing going on.  Based on this picture, I might agree, but not sure I could sit through a "Fast and Furious" film, no matter how cool he is.  Unless he takes of his shirt.  Then I might secretly rent it on DVD

And Ryan Gosling might be the next George Clooney.  If so, I'll be happy to sooth George's bruised ego.  And anything else that might be aching. 

I do, however, welcome Jeremy Renner to replace Tom Cruise. Maybe he knows more about neuropsychology.  And maybe he's taller.  Okay, even if he's not taller, he's got my vote. 

Have a great day!

I'm off to get a mammogram...jealous?

Half Full Monday: No More Donut Mondays!

Mondays don't suck.  Mondays don't suck.  Mondays dont suck mondays dontsuckmondaysdont....

I'm a fairly optimistic person, in spite of my genetic predisposition for snarkiness and irony-detection.  But I do get sucked into the whole, "Oh, man, it's Monday, here we go again, wah, wah wah" thing. 

Does anyone remember the Dunkin' Donuts commercial about "Time to make the donuts"? 

That's a Monday kind of a commercial. 

But I sit here before you today (I'm practicing for when the president comes to Cincinnati on Thursday to look at the bridge I cross twice a day to tell us that it's falling apart) to tell you that we are NOT going to have a Donut Monday! 

Murphy aparently visited the lab over the weekend, and I came in to find several experiments that are going to provide me, not with frustration over mistakes, but with Learning Opportunities! 

I am going to get my WIP out when I get a break from science and find, not a disaster waiting to be deleted, but a chance to Make Lemonade! 

I'm going to go the gym later, not to challenge the limits of spandex, but to...okay, Challenge the Limits of Spandex! 

Have a great day! 

Swords, Sandals and Socks

No, this post is not about hippies run amok. 


I would have illustrated this with a picture of myself from "back in the day" but my kids might visit this blog someday.  Or worse, my mother-in-law...

 It's sock knitting season again, and I always like to have a good TV series DVR'd for those long, dark, damp days of winter (yeah, I know, fall isn't until next week, but we are having a BOOM it's not summer anymore kind of a week here right now). 


I does love me some drama.  A few years ago, a friend told me that she'd become addicted to 24.  Well.  Never one to let a good opportunity for obsession pass by, I ran out and rented the first disc.  The Big Guy and I watched it...and found ourselves bargaining with sexual favors in exchange for the other running to Blockbuster to rent the next disc. I think we watched 24 hours worth of...24 in about 48 hours.  That was the weekend the kids learned to cook for themselves.   Then there were a few seasons of Lost, at least until it got too weird for even the smoke monster to understand.  And then there are all of those re-runs of The Unit...

Last winter, spring, whenever it was, The Big Guy got hooked on this series on HBO, Game of Thrones.  You've probably heard of it, you can't walk past the book department in Kroger or Walmart without tripping over one of the tomes that the series is based on (that is, if a copy of The Help doesn't get you first). 

Anyway, I ignored it.  I don't generally dig swords and sandals movies, even though King Arthur was my first love.  After Donnie Osmond.   I couldn't get into the Lord of the Rings movies, even though my boyfriend Viggo was in it (I liked him better as a fake Russian mobster and Master-Chief-Suck-My-Dick).


Sigh. 

Back to Game of Thrones.  Every so often, a particularly interesting naked part would divert me from whatever I was reading, but I didn't really clock in to the plot, having fallen asleep during the first episode. 

But it's sock season again, so I thought I might as well try that first episode again, since I just couldn't bring myself to watch another reality show on regular TV.  Thank heaven for On Demand.  Yeah, I found my next TV addiction.   Except I'm pretty sure all the heroes I've already fallen in love with are going to be dead by the end of the season. 


Eddard, played by Sean Bean



Khal Drogo, played by Jason Momoa And Just in case you can't see him under all that eyeliner:

Sigh.

Meanwhile, I have high hopes for season 2

 Okay, who needs me to knit them a pair or six of socks to wear with their Birkenstocks? 

Warriors

I'm all about the Warrior-Hero, and if you can beat the hell out of him and twist him up significantly, I love him even more.  Hence my supreme adoration for Navy Seals (real and imaginary),
 


And those Black Dagger Brotherhood vampires (sadly, all imaginary):

And all kinds of other warrior types:  Men in kilts (because I think, by definition, any man who can get away with wearing a skirt has to be kick-ass), Men in Tights (especially Batman), and men in silky shorts:

There is a new movie opening today, Warrior , and hey...I love it already. 

 Buff men without shirts beating the hell out of each other?  What's not to love?  If you aren't familiar, this is a movie about two brothers who mix it up in the Mixed Martial Arts arena...the School Teacher Family Man brother and the Home From War brother, and their messed up dad, Nick Nolte (who I have loved since Rich Man, Poor Man, which was a TV mini-series a hundred years ago). 

I am going to do everything I can (even if I have to drive all the way to the theater and buy tickets) to see this movie this weekend...If you see it, let me know what you think! 

Teen Idols

When I was a kid, there was this little bookstore not too far from our house.  One day I was there with my mom, thinking about spending my allowance on another Nancy Drew mystery, when I looked up...from across the room, our eyes met...a little quiver started in my tummy...and I knew I was in love.  Later, Nance, hello, Donnie Osmond and Tiger Beat Magazine. 

Sigh.

As I was looking for a picture to share with you, I came across some of my other, temporary crushes:  Leif Garrett, Randolf Mantooth (he was Gage, or deSoto, or...anyway, he was an EMT on the show Emergency!). But it was Donnie who was my main love, until I met Peter Frampton and his hair.  When he had hair. 


Then



Now

 Sigh.

Last weekI listened to the audio recording of I Think I Love You, by Allison Pearson .  It's the story of a Welsh girl who was THE ABSOLUTE BIGGEST FAN of David Cassidy. Ever.  It's a great coming-of-age and love story, I highly reccommend it, no matter who your big celebrity crush was. I was not a huge DC fan, but I will confess, I did have a couple of posters of him and his skinny little hairless chest on my wall. 

Sigh.

I moved on to real boys in middle school, but have to confess that I had a brief regression phase when I was in my twenties, when the New Kids on the Block were big.  I would have totally done Donnie in a heartbeat (there's that "guy named Donnie" thing). Obviously I had transitioned from the squeeky clean cutie pie phase and into the grungy, tough, bad-boy (albeit with styling products) phase.


Whimper.  I would STILL do Donnie.  Wahlberg, not Osmond. 



The Drama Queen, who is now, at 13, almost out of the Teeny Bopper crush business, has been mostly a Jonas Brothers fan, though I couldn't tell you which one is the star of her fantasies.  I feel a little creepy just googling them for a picture, like some kind of Cougar Alarm might go off any moment.   


What about you?  Who did you hang on your bedroom wall? Who, all grown up, would you have as your romance hero?