SPN Catchup

The love of fans...

Imaginarium of Doc Parnassus trailer...

Shouldn't really require that much of an intro.

Heath Ledger's final role is about to hit the screens on Oct 16th, in the form of 'Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus'. Trailer below. It's the love & magic...

Gentlemanly bastards...

Oh for fucks sake!

I’m gonna quote a text I just sent off

“Fucking Brit boys and their fucking brit fucking ways! I swear, they all get sent to gentleman fucking school for boys to pass Dick 101. ALL OF THEM!”

That pretty much sums it up... As far as, you know, emotion goes.

I’m sorry but, did Shakespeare really screw you up quite that much? I mean, I refuse to believe that the only reason Romeo paid Juliet much attention was due to her cleavage and the mystery that was her ass. Then again, I suppose it was an even bigger mystery then... But he bloody died for...

Oh never mind!

My point is that there is a whole other Shakespearean issue to deal with now – the Gentleman. The very british tea sipping, door opening, somewhat pompous, and head-held-bloody-high Gentleman. May he rot!

As one of my guy friends so eloquently put it-

“Here I’ll get that.”

“Oh, no really, I can open my own door” *happy sarcasm*

“Hah, you do know WHY guys really open doors don’t you?”

Cue blank stare from myself.

“Well, there's really only one reason... Come on, we wanna be able to check out the gal’s features... You know. “

...
“ Your bod!” As if this was the most obvious thing since 2+2=4...

Somehow I think that sums up the case pretty well.

Xo xo

PS. Don’t get me wrong, there’s no feministic rally-and-burn-your-bras bull in the above! I’m just saying, we’re all humans... still... unless the Gentlemen are a different species? Hmmm... I could buy that!

Adoration

Zoey Deschanel & Joseph Gorden-Levitt dance and rob banks!

Mr Welling and the tights! (and the cape...)

Old rumours, I know, but it seems like Season 9 (!) of Smallville will be the magic one involving the cape, the logo, and the... Oh, hang on. Apparently he'll be looking more like Neo than Superman! Looks like the man in blue tights is going for the frosty black and silver look, and with a trench coat to boot (have they been watching the angels over at Supernatural again? Tsk tsk guys...)!

At least that's what the 'Blue Tights network' are reporting off the Comic Con 09 Smallville panel, and the teaser from the new season. Gough & Millar, what's going on here?

Other exciting news included Welling confirming he’ll be stepping up to the role of exec producer this year. Dude’ll take over the show at this rate! Not saying that’s a bad thing though, he seems quite comfortable in the role. Nine years on the same show will do that to you.

Hey, at least they’re letting him fly around these days! ... Aren’t they? And, while I admit to not be quite up to speed with this (come on, no Lex?!), hasn't he... donned the cape, sort of, before? Or at least promised to do so? Someone, please, fill me in here!

Xo

Nail polish

Black. Neon green. Purple. Red. Really red. Slightly red. Really very pretty red. Not really all that red...

They come in all different colours (and shapes... not sure why), with the same intent. If you can't afford a spa treatment, or stress therapy, you sit your ass down and paint those toe/finger nails for a good ten minutes, and you'll be frustrated enough by the colour slips not to care about your rent being overdue.

Okay, so maybe they serve multiple purposes for different people. Like flip-flop season. You want to show off your pretty toes. Or avoid blatant staring at the feet you haven't taken care of for the past year or so because your back just bloody aches and you really can't be bothered to care.

Anyways, it's another one of those girl inventions that just serve no real life or death purpose, is frankly quite pointless and time consuming, but can also be quite fun. Not to mention, there is still something oddly sexy about a man in punk rock mascara and black nails. I... really don't know where that comes from. Oh well.

Other such inventions, these more purely created to complicate our lives, include eyebrow tweezers, rouge, and pens to pain back the eyebrows you just tweezed away. Really? No, really?!

The worst part is that to some extent I get it. I'm doing it (not the painting back eyebrows part! just to be clear), so clearly I must either be as crazy as the rest (which is probably not the strangest proposition of the year) or there is a point to it. In all blatant honesty, I do it because my self esteem has crumpled under too many glances at Cosmopolitan, and too many 'Oh, damn girl, loving that make over!' upon brushing on some mascara.

In a world where anything above size zero recieves intense scrutiny (or your co-workers concernedly talking to your boss about your chocolate eating habits increasing when you size 1,5), and pretty plus skinny plus blonde equals job opportunities, well it's bound to have SOME questionable effects on the psyche of half the population.

But nevertheless, for some odd reason that was not the point. I actually find myself liking nail polish. It is sort of like those bright red shoes. You know the ones... it attracts a different kind of attention, if done right. Raised and questioning eyebrows even, and that I cannot resist! So neon purple with blue tinges, here I come! Thank heavens for colour clashes ;)

xo

Stage sex...

Knew the title'd get you...

Anyways, as for the quote of the day/face palm moment...

Walking to lunch with a gal and a guy.

“OMG did I tell you about this guy! He just told me he’d had sex in front of a 1000 people!” says the girl, looking fairly appalled!

“... How do you even go about that?” hungry confused moi.

“At a concert, with the hot background dancer. On stage.” She explained.

I’m sure it’s a bit of a girl thing, but we both sort of stared at each other with these ‘fill in random absurd and dumbfounded curses here’ looks. Which was apparently cue for the first boy comment on the matter

“That’s fucking awesome!”

...

“I mean, he’s scored enough man points for a life time! That’s... No, seriously, he now has enough man points to drive around in a pink fluffy car with butterflies on and he won’t be any less of a man.”

“Because of the man-points?” sometimes I just can’t help myself. Clearly I need to work on the clarity of my sarcasm though...

“Yes! I mean, man, he’s like a legend now!”

And they keep asking why I’m still single and can't seem to stick it out beyond a few weeks with a boy!

xo xo

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