The other day David, Angela, and I were debating whether Sylar on Heroes is actually good-looking or just creepy. This was my take on the matter:
I didn’t think Sylar was cute until he donned the clockmaker fix-it glasses and tried to fix his mom’s clock. I heart nerdiness like that!Anyway, I hope y’all have a splendid holiday weekend. And I hope I don’t spend Memorial Day barfing and battling diarrhea for hours on end, like I did last year when a stomach bug of some sort felled me halfway through the holiday. Huzzah!
My TV boyfriends:
- John Krasinski (The Office). My #1 boyfriend. He’ll get chained to my bed, whereas the other boyfriends will get chained in stalls. (Comfortable stalls, mind you.)
- Henry Ian Cusack (Lost). My dreamy Scottish TV boyfriend. But only when he’s cleaned up in his pre-island flashbacks.
- Jake Epstein (Degrassi). My jailbait TV boyfriend. He’s legal now, but he sho’ wasn’t when I first set my Mrs. Robinsonian sights on him.
- Hugh Laurie (House). My misanthropic English TV boyfriend. Crotchety, drug-addicted misanthropy never looked so sexy.
- Skeet Ulrich (Jericho). My post-apocalyptic TV boyfriend. I never thought I’d call him sexy, but seeing him kick ass in Jericho really changed my opinion.
- TR Knight (Grey’s Anatomy). My gay TV boyfriend.
- Christopher Gorham (Ugly Betty). My hot nerdy accountant TV boyfriend. But keep the glasses, Henry—you’re not half as hot without them.
- Jake Webber (Medium). My average joe TV boyfriend who is actually British in real life. (Yay!)
- Phil Keoghan (The Amazing Race). My sexy Kiwi globe-trotting TV boyfriend. No one else can make raising a single eyebrow look so sizzling.
- James Scott (Days of Our Lives). My dastardly English villain boyfriend. Sami’s always whining about how he planted his demon DiMera seed in her. Shit, EJ, you can plant your demon DiMera seed in me any time you want.
- Piers Morgan (America’s Got Talent). My everybody-wonders-if-I’ve-lost-my-mind-because-I-think-he’s-cute boyfriend. He’s the former editor of News of the World and The Mirror, and for some inexplicable reason, I think he’s foxy.
- John Simm (Life on Mars). My trapped-in-1973 comatose boyfriend. Polyester never looked so sizzling.
And then I’ve got my three movie boyfriends: adorable Paul Rudd, hot Scot James McAvoy, and the lovely Colin Firth. Over in Music Land, my heart belongs solely to Damien Rice. And, uh, Josh Groban. Dude, it’s the hair. It’s totally the hair.
- Michael Ian Black, Hal Sparks, and Joel McHale. My trifecta of snarky, pop culture-commentating geekalicious boyfriends.
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3 comments:
My tv love is Pam from The Office. She is pretty, thoughtful and has a big heart. And she is an amatuer artist, which I find to be sensual. Artists are great lovers, aren't they? My fantasy says yes, they are. And when she realizes that I am better for her than your Jim we will both be happy campers.
Good luck with this Memorial Day weekend, just to be on the safe side you may want to avoid long walks in the woods. ;-)
You'll have to fight me for Skeet. He's mine ;)
I love that you make a point of deciding who gets chained to your bed as opposed to who gets chained in a stall like a veal calf. That's when you know it's true love!
Shawn.
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