Holy Hot Drum-corp
It occurs to me while watching Torchwood this morning that Buffy ended nearly five years ago... one would think that in that time, since he wasn't exactly a youngin' to begin with, James Marsters sexy, sensual, intense, swaggering majesty would have diminished a little bit. Nope. Still unbelievably hot... even in a jacket that looks like a cross between the military dress of Victorian England and JC's costume from the Scizophrenic tour.
Speaking of Buffy... thanks to cpennylane for providing me with access to more of the Season 8 comics... I highly enjoyed them, especially the re-emergence of Faith. After reading them yesterday I had the urge to watch "Restless" last night, so after skating (sadly somewhat blurred out due to rain pelting my roof, which if that happens tonight during the men's finals I'm going to shoot something) I did.
I wear the cheese; it does not wear me.
Maybe that should be my new life motto...
which might be interesting if I had a life to speak of.