Special occasions call for special celebrations. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, V!
Today is a super special super important day because it is the lovely venusorbit1 's birthday!
And because you and I unfortunately live a few thousand kilometres apart, and by a few, I mean approximately 12.000, thanks Google, I can't just come over and hide a clown in your closet and shove balloons and cake in your face. Bummer, I know. But we can celebrate you being awesome right here on this journal.
How?
Well.
V, I am sure you will not be shocked to hear that I am a person with a great many of guilty pleasures. The guiltier, the better. I could now give you a long list of things that I enjoy to do while no one is watching, and bits and bobs of it would be like Charlotte staring at her pores in a mirror for hours on end, but that's kind of not the point now. The point is that one of the guiltiest pleasure of all is (and has been for a few years)
CASTING SHOWS.
I watch Germany's Next Topmodel religiously, and just the other week, J introduced me to Let's Dance, which is like Dancing with the Stars, only in German, and worse. Honestly, I think you would love it. LOVE. I mean, this guy is on the judging panel.
Lots of botox and jewellry, but you can see that. But I digress. So anyway. Back to your birthday celebrations!
While I was bumming around on Tumblr the other day (which I don't really understand because people don't really comment, they only hit a "like" button and huh isn't LJ much more fun?), I was once again thinking about shitennou casting, and how some of the most recent events in Here and Now 4 would look on the silver screen and how we could all need some more hot men on our computer screens. And since you are the Queen of Hot Men on Computer Screens (print that on a t-shirt, I dare you), I utter a
in your honour.
Also, our usual pretty boys need a bit of break: it's Angsty April, they have been traumatised, ripped to pieces, forced to partake in the torture of a really sweet girl who doesn't want to kill servants, watched their pregnant girlfriends off themselves during the apocalypse, and then there was the whole thing where their prince was turned against them which angsts on so many levels. They need to drink drinks with colourful umbrellas on tropical islands for a while. Maybe Marlon Teixera or however his name is spelled can come over to your tropical island, drink your umbrella drink and give you a nice, long foot rub while he's at it.
Of course, we do need a critical panel of judges to fill in Little Marlon's big shoes. After long and careful consideration, our three judges are:
And then there is ol' Captain Reliable:
Buzzkill. I mean, he's not even naked yet! But let's ignore the clothed sourpuss for a moment to look at our third judge!
So the deal is this: you can tell me whom to invite to audition for the roles. Or, if you can't think of a person to nominate, others may chip in. INTERACTIVITY!** It's like those finales where you can call in to determine the winner and the TV channel makes a shitload of money from those calls alone and the poor winner is forgotten but rich a week later. Except for Kelly Clarkson, whom everybody knows and who is rich and who has a lovely singing voice and who is not forgotten but just awesome.***
Where was I?
Right.
Hot men.
I need four candidates* for each shitennou, and then I'll write the casting for role and you can find casting delight in the shape of hot men on your computer screens four times over the course of the next two weeks. This way, your birthday extravaganza outlasts today! YAY!
And now, enjoy some good old birthday music and then: BRING IT ON!
* You can put reasonable names forward (reasonable meaning attractive in the context), or you can send the Hoff for Nephrite. It's your birthday, your party, our fun! You can have a 3 to 1 hotness/fun ration. Up to you!
** Everyone can come forward and submit names, I may be able to work in more than four candidates per role, but I promise to include the birthday girl's first.
*** Can you tell that I like Kelly Clarkson? Because I really like Kelly Clarkson.