Guys that I think are hot

I have decided that I should compile a list of guys from tv or movies that I find or used to find hot. I will list them by name if I know it, or character name if I don't know the real one. I will then list the movie or show that I think has them at their hottest. Feel free to list anyone you think I missed, or to offer corrections.

-Johnny Depp-or "My Future Husband"-Chocolat
-Scott Bakula-Quantum Leap-especially the episode where he was a cowboy entitled "How the Tess Was Won"
-Cary Grant-He's was ALWAYS hot
-Harrison Ford-Indiana Jones is VERY Hot, but I have to go with Han Solo in Star Wars episode 4. It's the thigh strap on his holster that pushes him over the top.
-Brenden Fraiser-I liked him in Encino Man, George of the Jungle, and Gods and Monsters, but his peak is Mrs. Winterbourne
-Val Kilmer-Willow-You ARE great! He was also super-fine in The Doors
-Mel Gibson-Braveheart
-Burt Lancaster-The Crimson Pirate
-Orlando Bloom-Lord of The Rings
-Orlando Jones-Evolution
-Denzel Washington-The Pelican Brief
-Jet Li-I've never actually seen any of his movies. I just think he's hot.
-Patrick Stewart-Stark Trek TNG
-Leonard Nimoy-Star Trek
-Sean Connery-007 movies
-Allen Cummings-he's a character actor, so it's hard to pick one, but I first noticed him in Spy Kids
-Logan from Dark Angel
-Jensen Ackles-Smallville
-Trapper from Mash (not Hawkeye-he's a jerk with greasy hair)
-The men of CSI -the one with the nice jaw
-the black guy with grey eyes
-the one with spikey hair
-even Grissom-before the beard
-Jeff Goldbloom-Independence Day
-Will Smith-Independence Day
-LL Cool J-I didn't think I had seen any of his movies, but apparently he played Mr. Jones in Charlie's Angels. Uh. . .little help?
-Hugh Laurie-House-that's right, I said it.
-Tony Curtis-Operation Petticoat-those eyes, those sneaky ways, AND a uniform!
-Juaquim Pheonix-Quills-Horrible movie, HOT priest. He's single handedly responsible for my sick obsession with priests in robes.
-Keanu Reeves-The Matrix
-The captain on Firefly-it's the thigh strap
-The Doctor on Firefly
-Jared on the Pretender
-Antonio Banderas-Desperado
-Kevin Sorbo-Andromeda
-Joxer from Xena Warrior Princess
-Aries from Xena Warrion Princess
-Goran Visjnic-ER
-Noah Wylie-ER
-George Cloony-Ocean's 11-bet you thought I was going to say ER, didn't you?
-Brad Pitt-Ocean's 11
-Edward Norton-American History X-take away the bigotry and the Nazi tats, and he's pretty damn hot. Of course, he is a priest in Keeping the Faith. . .
-Turkish from Snatch
-Ty Pennington-Trading Spaces-Now he's become a caricature, so he's not so hot these days.

I feel sure I've missed somebody somewhere, but this list can't go on forever. I'll probably add to it as time goes by. For now, this will just have to do.

I come not to bury Whedon, but to praise him

I was never a Buffy-ite like all my friends. I wasn't able to watch for most of the run, cause I had a young child who shouldn't have been watching such violent and supernatural fare, and my mother strongly disapproved of the show, so if I tried to watch it and let my son play by himself she would get that look that she gets, or she would yell at me, which is much harder to ignore. So I never really got to see Buffy the Vampire Slayer until about the last year and a half. And I liked it. I then started watching Angel. And I liked that, too. But I really didn't like them to the point of ardent fanatic status or anything like that. And ALL of my friends really seem to be at that point. I thought I just didn't get it, like always, and let it go. But over the years, as my friends constantly quote and reference Buffy, I started to feel like I really needed to be brought up to speed on the situation, or risk being left behind for the rest of my life! So, when I saw Buffy, season one, on sale for a mere fifteen dollars, I decided that it was a must have. So I bought it, and a few weeks later I started watching. I have watched the first disk. The first four episodes. They are SO GOOD! Seriously. The end of the series has nothin' on the beginning. They all look so young! And they are so funny! Zander isn't whiney and annoying! Buffy's not constantly falling into a funk! Willows so cute and not wielding phenomenal cosmic powers! Giles isn't plotting and conspiring! And Angel! I really didn't know he was in from day 1. I thought he came along later. He's cute! And not brooding! I can now see why Buffy liked him. That is quality entertainment my friends. I wonder what's going to happen when I have to pay full price for the rest of the seasons. Suck!

Hot as Hell

Oh my gosh. It was so fucking hot today. I was dripping sweat everytime I stepped out of the car. What's up with that? I don't remember it being this hot this early before. Maybe I'm just getting old and the memory is going, or maybe it actually hotter and more humid than it usually is. I have no idea. But it's kicking my ass. The exploder doesn't have air conditioning. I could get it fixed, but the compressor is bad and can't be fixed. Seriously, that design is bad, and we've replaced it about 3 times. No good. It'll cool for up to 2 months and then stop cooling. So maybe I could trick some shop into filling it with coolant for $150 dollars, and then be cool for about 2 months. Some days, it totally seems worth it. I currently live in Hell, and there is no hope of respite until September. I think I'll go start trying to get the pool set up.

XBox 360

So I've only read the first few paragraphs about the XBox 360 in my Game Informer, and I've already got a total proverbial hard-on for it. I never get excited about new systems. I usually scope out the scene to see who's gonna have games I'll like, wait till they come down to $100 or less, and then buy them and all the used games I can afford. But I really, really love my XBox. And if the new one has better graphics, wireless controllers, better hardware, and looks damn classy and pretty, then how can I resist? Plus I heard a rumor that Fallout 3 is gonna be on XBox 360, but after looking around the web, I can't seem to substantiate this, so I guess it really shouldn't have any bearings on my desire. I really hate exclusive games, though. I already have a XBox and a gamcube, but now my brain has been infected with Katamari Damacy, and it won't go away. I've been trying to convince my mom she needs a PS2 so that I can play the game without having to buy ANOTHER system. Damn you, cute and odd Japanese game! It's the music that really sucks you in. But anyhoo-back to the subject at hand. I've always been a loyal Nintendo fan, but it seems that they aren't really on the ball these days. It's still good for simple games for my son and his friends. Or for getting my Mario fix, but now that I've gone XBox, Nintendo pales in comparison. I've never felt the need to be a playstationeer, because they mostly do driving games and shooters, which aren't my style. And I just can't let the new wave pass me by! So I guess I'll gonna be screwed by Microsoft some more and have to pony up the cash. I haven't heard the price, yet, but I'm sure it'll be more than I should spend. Maybe I should start saving now. *sigh* Stupid addictions.

*sigh*

Back up to 230. It's my fallback weight. Suck.

losing and don't know why

224! I don't know why, I've been eating like a pig!

Things I love

-people who "get" me
-when I think I won't like someone and I'm forced into something with them and it turns out they are cool
-when complete strangers who talk to me in public turn out to be extremely interesting, for a change
-when people see me trying to load or unload mom's wheelchair and they offer help. It gives me hope for mankind's future.
-Hard core thunderstorms
-Summer sprinkles
-the ocean
-the way light glitters on the water
-little tiny dogs with huge ears
-pudgy babies
-those trees with whitish silver bark and little round leaves that are silvery white on back and green on front and when the wind blows it looks like the tree is shimmering
-when trees grow together over the road and make a tunnel
-when ivy grows all over a building
-butterflies
-those water misters they put in at the zoo and six flags
-corn on the cob
-chocolate
-baking things
-the smell of bread
-doing something really well
-men who wear cologne
-having such a good time I stop worrying about whether something I say will freak people out or offend them
-reading a good book
-really crappy escapism TV shows, liked Charmed or Xena Warrior Princess
-really good TV shows, like House or Firefly
-really crappy escapism movies, like Gidget Goes Hawaiian or Lover Come Back
-really good movies, like Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind or The Shawshank Redemption
-doodling
-when Ethan's being really sweet
-when my room is clean
-playing a good video game without time constrictions
-naan
-hummus
-the great avocado
-sleeping in
-staying up late
-driving fast
-belonging
-having money
-getting email letter from old friends
-creme brulee
-when the ducks and chickens from across the street hang out in my yard

rated NC-17

So Josh gets upset with me because he thinks I obsess way to much about men and getting married. It's been bugging me, so I thought about it, and I think it's normal that I do. And here's why. I'm SO. FUCKING. HORNY. Seriously. When I was in my youth, people told me that women have their sexual peak at thirty, and I was like, right, no fucking way can I get more horny than I am now. RIGHT. Dear lord. So here I am at thirty. Peaking. And I'm missing it. Cause I'm abstinent. Until I get married. Which is obviously not happening any time soon. My peak is passing me by. I eat, drink and breathe sex, but not in a literal sense, cause I can't. I think if I even had the prospect of sex I would feel better about it. But no one wants me. The last guy that made a serious attempt at me was in 1998. I know I say that a lot, but I don't think most people can really grasp how long a time that is. Some times I accept the inevitable and concentrate on being a mom and on improving myself, but then I see a hot guy or some guy is nice to me, and there my little hormones go, foraging off on their own again. I know I've said it before, but I hear guys think of sex every seven seconds. To which I reply, that's it?

thinner

I know it's not my weigh in day, but this morning I was at 228! I FINALLY broke the 230 barrier! Hooray!

Love me or leave me

I've been told that when I get all down and dark I'm a little off putting and it makes people feel awkward, so if you can't handle the real me, you better skip this one. I watched House last night, and Cameron getting a date with House made me very happy. I mean very irrationally over the top happy. So I wondered to myself why I was so excited at the prospect of two imaginary people on a TV show getting together, and my inner little arm chair psychologist was able to figure it out. On the one hand, you have House, who's a crabby, cranky, smart aleck, bitter jerk. On the other hand, you have Cameron, who's a smart girl with a huge crush on a guy she'll probably never get. It's not hard to see that I obviously see myself in both characters. I mean, I'm a cranky, crabby, smart aleck, bitchy jerk. Maybe a little bitter, too. I'm also a smart girl, and I'm a serial crush on guy I can't have type. Seriously. If you put a guy in front of me and make it plain that I can't have him, I will instantly become absolutely obsessed and have a secret crush on the guy for up to several years. I don't have one right now, but I'm sure it's just a matter of time. So, if House and Cameron get together, it's like I get to love myself. Uhhh. . .I didn't mean that the way it sounded. My inner Beavis is having a fit right now. So after I got my Freud on, I was pleased for about 30 seconds, until I realized, oh yeah, I'll still be alone, and always will be. Cause in real life, people like House and me don't find love. Not that I'm that much like House, I could only dream of being that cruel and brilliant. But still, he's a guy and women are much more forgiving of horrible character flaws than men. And even if someone like House or myself could find someone willing to look past our initial brutal behavior, they would find out that it was actually just the tip of the iceberg and then they'd get fed up and leave. So then I was depressed all day. *sigh* Josh is going to say that this is a self fulfilling prophecy, and that by saying I'll never find love because I'm difficult and moody, I will cause myself to never find love, but oh fucking well. I've tried being nice and easy to get along with, but quite frankly, that's just not me. I really have tried. I get even more cranky and end up blowing up way worse and being an even more rampant crazy person for several days. And people seem to think I'm boring when I'm nice. So there's obviously no solution. I've come to terms with the fact that I will be celibate for the rest of my life. I should buy flannel pajamas and go get some cats from the pound.

you're the one for me, fatty

Today I weigh 230. Which isn't 2 lbs less, but it is 10 lbs less than yesterday when I weight 240. Being a girl sucks.

Pink is the colour of my rage

I keep thinking of more and more things I hate. Is this a bad sign? I think I have alot of hate. Maybe I should worry.

still losing

I weighed in yesterday at 231. Today I forgot till after my shower. Showers always make me weigh more, and I came in at 238. So I'm going with yesterday's. I like it better.

Things I hate

-stupid people
-annoying people
-people who don't use their trunsignal when I'm waiting to go or when they are trying to move into my lane in heavy traffic
-stupid laws
-being fat
-being lazy
-being uneducated
-being poor
-being horribly in debt
-living with my parents
-how my mom takes everything I say personally
-how my dad constantly yells and is a jerk and then yells at me to "not yell at him like that" and claims that he doesn't yell
-how my son has to put up and be ruined by dumb teachers
-PMS
-having to go back to work today
-cub scouts, the program not the actual individual scouts
-guys that just see me as a fat chick and therefore invisible
-how my house is a huge mess
-how people in public only want to talk to me when I feel antisocial
-driving with no air conditioning
-when my knee hurts
-when I can't do the things I want because of physical or financial limitations
-when my mom repeats all the funny lines in a show or movie. I mean it EVERY line.
-when Ethan tries to force me to play video games I don't like
-when people try to manipulate me

Weight

I know I'm supposed to post about my attempt at weight loss on Wednesday, but I need to tell everyone about something strange. I weighed myself this morning, and I had dropped to 132! That's 8 lbs in 2 weeks, which was completely unexpected because I've been pretty bad about watching what I eat and I didn't exercise last night. But I think the explanation is at hand. I haven't lifted weights since Tuesday. I must have lost muscle. I think the answer is clear. I should become sloth incarnate. It's foolproof!

2 lbs

It's been a week since I vowed to lose 25 lbs by the end of May, and I realize now that that is not as much time as I thought. I was thinking that was 2 and 1/2 months, but it's only 1 1/2 months. Or 7 weeks to be exact. Which is 3 2/3 lbs a week, which I think is a little too much. I was thinking 2 lbs a week sounded good, which is exactly how much I lost this week. So, I met my goal, but didn't realize it was the wrong goal. But if I only lose 2 lbs a week, that's only 14 lbs, which is crap. grrrr. I have to step it up a notch.

Sin City

Holy crap. We went to see Sin City this Saturday. At the time I was extremely pleased with it. The cinematography by itself was enough to send a visual stimulation junkie like me into seizures. The story line was fabulouso with enough twists and turns to equal a roller coaster, and not a crappy one like Mr Freeze. All in all, a satisfying experience. When I saw it I was like, "That was good." Now that three days have passed, I realize that I can't get that freaking movie out of my head. Every few minutes of every day, my brain comes circling back to it. I keep having to restrain myself from telling all my coworkers about things that happened in the movie, cause one of them really wants to see it, and it's just rude to reveal anything about the movie because that might take away some of the joy he can later experience. So, in retrospect, I realize that Sin City wasn't a good movie. It was FREAKING AWESOME. Most movies are gone from my head after a few hours. Only the truly sublime can captivate me for this long.

I'm a freak, I'm a weirdo. What the Hell am I doing here?

Well, it finally happened. Today I got emotional about Ethan leaving. Just a little. But then he acted like an ass and it all went away. I've been painting the bathroom, and it's making my back hurt. I've also been very happy because my dad replaced the serpentine belt on yon car and the gas mileage got WAY better. Which is very good for the pocket book these days and all. So I've been thinking about something. You know how we all know people that we can talk to for a few minutes, but we really don't like them very much and would generally just prefer to avoid? Maybe they're a little annoying or weird or desperate or clingey or something. So we humor this person by talking to them politely for a few minutes and then try to disengage politely by looking away or edging away. And then the next time we see them we act really busy or preoccupied so they don't talk to us. Well over the course of my lifetime, I've felt like I'm that person on more than one occasion, but lately it's been intensifying. Josh says it's because I'm self centered and paranoid, but I don't think that's it. I mean, I know there's going to be a certain percentage of the population that thinks I'm weird. Cause I'm the first to admit I'm not exactly mainstream or anything. Of course that percentage of the population does accounting for a living and wears khakis on their day off, so I really don't think I'd mesh well with them anyway. And there's bound to be some people that find me annoying, I personally think I'm extremely difficult and intolerable, but I generally try not to let that come across to the public at large. So what is the situation here, anyway? My theory is that I'm getting out there more, and so I'm seeing more of the reaction and in actuality it was like this all along but I was avoiding talking to people so I didn't notice so much. Now, whenever I ask friends about things like this I find I tend to be inundated with responses like, "I think you're great," and, "You're just so Margie!" Which isn't very light shedding, so I don't ask friends anymore, but I will continue to watch and see if it's happening. In my writing analysis book it says that only five percent of the population writes like I do. And most of my good friends write that way. Maybe there's a correlation. Maybe I'm only compatible with the five percent. And then in that five percent there's bound to be natural variation such as different interests and so on. hmmm. This bears further study.

Weighty issues

Ok. So I had this thing with a friend that we were trying to lose thirty pounds in 2 months, which I said was too much, but he disagreed. So I worked hard and lost 20 lbs in two months, and then managed to get down to 30, and lost all momentum. I even put 10 lbs back on. So I guess what I need is concrete goals, so I'm making one. And making it publicly. I am going to lose 25 lbs by the end of May. That will get me down to 215. It's amazing that I'm trying to get down to a weight that is still way over weight, but what can ya do? I have to be strong. I have to have willpower. I have to stop stuffing every thing I see into my face. So here goes. You will be my jury. The scale will be my judge. Hopefully, I'll pull it off.

Bitch, bitch, bitch

So, I've been thinking about what I should post next, and the thought occurs to me to talk about the downside of blogging. I mean, sure, it's theraputic and sometimes funny, but there is a definate problem with it. It's public. I know, I know, that's great! And in general it's true, it is great. But then there are the times when you actually want to bitch about someone who might be or definately will be reading it. Now don't everybody go getting all nuerotic on me wondering if it's you or not, I'm actually speaking hypotheitically here. But say I felt like going on a major rant about Josh or Kiera or Cainnum. I KNOW that they read these, so I could only do that if I was so upset with them that I didn't care if they stayed friends with me or not. Or Dave, Candi, Mark, or Mary. I know that they are all aware of my blog, but I'm not sure they read it religiously or at all. So it's chancy. I could go off about one of them, hoping that this might be one of the times they decide to skip it, but that's a dangerous game. And then there's the people that I haven't told about my blog, but I might decide to tell in the future, like Mike, Evelyn, and any countless others. What if I write about Mike and then later FORGET that I wrote about him, and invite him to read my blog because he deserves to see the particularly brillant things I said that day. Devestation! So I see two solutions to this conundrum. I can either keep to blogs, a public blog where I'm scintilating, and a secret blog where I bitch about every little thing my friends do, OR, I can just not talk about anybody but my mom. We all know I'll NEVER stop bitching about her.