I am being stalked by Nsync
No, really, I am. Somehow, this is navia's fault, I'm sure of it.
Channel-surfing idly around the footy, the racing and the home-movie flamenco on the community channel, I flicked to a different channel entirely and went, "Hey, that looks like Lance Bass." Thirty seconds later, flicking back the other way, I realised that that was because it was Lance Bass. In fact, it was that movie he and the other one made, y'know, with the romantic comedy and the girl on the train and the music and what-the-fuck-ever.
"What the fuck are you watching?" the Male demanded, coming out of the other room.
"I'm waiting for the credits," I said, "just to make sure this is Lance Bass. I thought he was blond."
Anyway, it was the last five minutes of the movie, so soon enough it's credit-time. And then I DIED LAUGHING (and also lost any question I had about whether it was Lance and the other one in the movie), because there was FUCKING TIMBERLAKE being so unbelievably camp he was practically a boyscout troop by himself. And the other-other one, camping it up too, but not managing nearly as well as Timberlake.
"OMG!" I gasped around my laughter. "Where's JC?!"
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In other television news, the Male and I watched Sam Neill wrestling his accent into submission in that "The Triangle" thingy last night. We snarked so hard I think we sprained something, but we had to do something to make up for the absence of Supernatural tonight. (A major theme of our snark was weather the sky-diving base-jumping spelunking meterologist was supposed to be an Aussie - surfer hair and wild behaviour and calling Mac "luv" suggested he was, but his accent was all over the shop - and then in the teaser for the second half, some guard goes to him, "Are you Australian?" and makes to shoot him, and we're all, "Yes! Shoot him! For indecency to the accent!")
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PS: saintsomeone? monkeycrackmary? Melbourne SPN fangirl meetup?
Channel-surfing idly around the footy, the racing and the home-movie flamenco on the community channel, I flicked to a different channel entirely and went, "Hey, that looks like Lance Bass." Thirty seconds later, flicking back the other way, I realised that that was because it was Lance Bass. In fact, it was that movie he and the other one made, y'know, with the romantic comedy and the girl on the train and the music and what-the-fuck-ever.
"What the fuck are you watching?" the Male demanded, coming out of the other room.
"I'm waiting for the credits," I said, "just to make sure this is Lance Bass. I thought he was blond."
Anyway, it was the last five minutes of the movie, so soon enough it's credit-time. And then I DIED LAUGHING (and also lost any question I had about whether it was Lance and the other one in the movie), because there was FUCKING TIMBERLAKE being so unbelievably camp he was practically a boyscout troop by himself. And the other-other one, camping it up too, but not managing nearly as well as Timberlake.
"OMG!" I gasped around my laughter. "Where's JC?!"
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In other television news, the Male and I watched Sam Neill wrestling his accent into submission in that "The Triangle" thingy last night. We snarked so hard I think we sprained something, but we had to do something to make up for the absence of Supernatural tonight. (A major theme of our snark was weather the sky-diving base-jumping spelunking meterologist was supposed to be an Aussie - surfer hair and wild behaviour and calling Mac "luv" suggested he was, but his accent was all over the shop - and then in the teaser for the second half, some guard goes to him, "Are you Australian?" and makes to shoot him, and we're all, "Yes! Shoot him! For indecency to the accent!")
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PS: saintsomeone? monkeycrackmary? Melbourne SPN fangirl meetup?