Oh Captain! My Captain!

Prepare to fall ass over teakettle in love, lieblings. This is the first part of John Barrowman on Charlotte Church's show. I've professed my love for this man on many occasions, as you know, but I had no idea he was quite this ideal. Word on the street is that Torchwood is finally coming to the U.S., at least on BBC America, and possibly on DVD. Wheee! Mein gott in himmel but this guy is a fine piece. The other parts are over at YouTube and worth checking out, if only for the part where he slips back into his Scottish accent. I'm still damp.

PS Did you catch the part about David Tennant's nickname on the set of Dr. Who? I think La Tennant bears a bit of a resemblance to someone else we know. Got anything to tell us, TOA?

Turn out the light and what are you left with?

Tomorrow, I'm leaving for a week of skiing and eating and shopping and hottubbing and running and reading and relaxing in Vancouver/Squamish/Whistler. I thought I should let you know that I'll be gone, because otherwise how would you tell the difference?

I'll leave you with a bulleted list of things that are bringing me happiness because, well, why not?

• That picture above is Rich's banner from over at fourfour, and that picture, featured prominently in the trailer for Volver, is a big part of the reason I saw the film. No lie. Boobs and knives put asses in the seats, y'all. Apparently even gay asses. Well, at least this gay ass. Loved that film. Seriously, even if you don't like boobs or knives, you owe it to yourself to check it out. Almodovar loves women, and you will fall in love with the women in this movie.
  
• Thanks to freakgirl (and honestly, I really can't thank her enough, for like everything), I've been revisiting something almost tragically beloved from my childhood-- Lancelot Link, Secret Chimp. He's a chimpanzee AND a spy, people. Never mind that he has a freakin' band, too! Lancelot Link and the Evolution Revolution OWNS my ass.
• It smells like rain.
  
• If you're thinking about seeing The Lookout, ponder no more, my treasures. It's fab. Joseph Gordon-Levitt is phenomenal (Who knew? You did? Why didn't you say?), and this movie is the best thing I've seen in English for a while. Weeks at least. Thanks me later, bitches. Jeff Daniels? Also real good.
• Imogen Heap- Speak For Yourself. I couldn't agree more, baby.
  
• This time Thursday, I'll be standing on a mountain strapped to two slippery boards.
  

Hmmmm. I'm sure there are other things, but I should really attempt to get some work done around here in the waning moments of the day. Oh! Wait! Was the trailer for Waitress really that good, or do I just miss Felicity real bad? Oh, who am I kidding? It's because I love Nathan Fillion so hard, but that shit SOLD me.