Geek Lust
Mel B. and Maks were totally robbed last night. Robbed, I say! Doesn't everyone know they were supposed to vote for them because Maks' arse is totally the Eighth Wonder of the World? And this is the last thing ever - EVER! - about Dancing with the Stars that I will post in this journal.
Ugh. I have developed the biggest geek-crush of my life on Bettany Hughes. Who, you ask? Well, her:
Bettany, the most glorious host of documentaries on ancient history ever to grace the celluloid productions of the BBC/PBS. Bettany, whose throaty recitations of Greek epics makes my thighs clench together in a most obscene manner. Bettany, whose aplomb at traipsing about the ruins of Mycenae and Athens makes my head swoon in delirious ecstasy. Bettany, whose smug and suggestive little smirk about lesbian rituals in ancient Sparta makes my eyes cross and drool dribble down my chin.
Oh, verily, I have a most potent case of GEEK LUST when it comes to Bettany Hughes. I truly can't help it, because when she starts speaking in either Greek or Latin all I can think is, "Decline, conjugate! Decline, conjugate! Decline, decline, conjugate, conjugate!" until I'm a whimpering mess on the verge of geek-gasm. Why couldn't I have had an Ancient Studies professor as hot as her when I was in college?
Ugh. I have developed the biggest geek-crush of my life on Bettany Hughes. Who, you ask? Well, her:
Bettany, the most glorious host of documentaries on ancient history ever to grace the celluloid productions of the BBC/PBS. Bettany, whose throaty recitations of Greek epics makes my thighs clench together in a most obscene manner. Bettany, whose aplomb at traipsing about the ruins of Mycenae and Athens makes my head swoon in delirious ecstasy. Bettany, whose smug and suggestive little smirk about lesbian rituals in ancient Sparta makes my eyes cross and drool dribble down my chin.
Oh, verily, I have a most potent case of GEEK LUST when it comes to Bettany Hughes. I truly can't help it, because when she starts speaking in either Greek or Latin all I can think is, "Decline, conjugate! Decline, conjugate! Decline, decline, conjugate, conjugate!" until I'm a whimpering mess on the verge of geek-gasm. Why couldn't I have had an Ancient Studies professor as hot as her when I was in college?