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…First a Golden Globe…now a SAG…
Boy that Gandolfini looks like a smug beast…baaaah…
Congratulations Hugh! Did I mention that I plan to gather a mob of young girls and stalk you whilst you hide away in LA?…Don’t worry, we won’t bite…maybe nibble here and there…and it’s a sort of nibbling that will send you in the throes of ecstacy. But until we’re given the chance, be on your toes… I Heart Hugh.

**cross-posted at my Myspace Blog, Logorrhea for Twerps

I’ll also be spending more time in MySpace…if you’re already a member, come and lurk over there when you get a chance. So if I don’t post anything for a while, I’ve moseyed on over to the dark side…bwa-ha-ha-ha

Do I even need to say more?

Papa Bear could get really touchy…

I was going to do a play by play meta-discussion of the event. Sadly, I’ve only decided on this at 1:45 am when I had skimmed through the best actress in a tv drama (series)…so now, I will instead try to spew out random thoughts as I desperately try to fall asleep (it’s 4:13 am afterall…damn insomnia).

- OMGYAY and double squee for Hugh! Winning his 2nd GG…in a row!!! Take that Patrick Dempsey! Mcphooey!!! Hugh pwns you….oh, yes he does. And how nice is he to mention RSL in his speech (this year). Is Bobby the new Stephen Fry? He’s just absolutely brilliant in everyway. God, I so love him.
Felicidades Hugh!!! **throws confetti while hubby sweeps all the crap I had scattered everywhere**
- Boy, the Brits are having a field day…or night. Guess that’s what the Yanks get for revolting and becoming an ex-colony. The frick’n British are coming (back, that is)! Helen Mirren won…twice people!
- I am sick…sick…sick…sick. Jeremy Irons is looking dee-lish…and honestly he could be 80. But I really “heart” him….guess I’ve been a groupie since “Reversal of Fortune”.
- Where has the time gone?!!! Everyone has aged!!! and quite honestly, I think only Eastwood looked fabulous. Tom Hanks, where is your chin?!! And where was I when “Marty” Scorcese ’s dark hair turned snowy white? It was like the make-up people made him over in a matter of a few days!
- Good lord, what is up with Will Farrell’s hair??!! Was he competing with Vanessa William’s poofy coiffure? Hey Vanessa!, Marge Simpson called, and she so desperately wants her hair-do back!
- Holy Jehoosafudge! Salma Hayek’s breasts are so huge, I swear they needed two cameras (zoomed all the way out) for each tit . I still love her though…she is crazy gorgeous!
- Aaaaw, America Ferrera’s speech made me cry…and yet, I can’t help but gawk… and I do declare that her breasts are having a major contest with Salma’s as well…mammaries are all over the place!
- Guh, why does Angelina have to be so insanely beautiful. That Brad is a lucky git!
- Wouldn’t ya know? Right when “Uh-nold” hobbled out on stage, my DVR stopped recording…oh well, nothing missed there.
- oh wait, I missed the announcement of the Best Motion Picture? GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Pictures to follow. Photoshopping them right now will send me to my death. I need to sleeeeeeeeep!!!

Update:
Here are just a few pics of Hugh (two of which are with the cast of NBC’s “Heroes”).

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The following is a soundbyte I “borrowed” from the scuttlebutt website in which Steve Carell’s character, Michael Scott pours his sad little heart out right after it was ripped out from his chest cavity…metaphorically speaking of course.
You might want to hit pause on my mp3 flashplayer (to your right) before you listen to this clip.

…THIS, is one of the reasons why I love the US version (NOW, at least. I gave it a while to warm up to me)…just as much as I had adored the original BBC version, in which David Gervais portrays the smarmy office head. Brilliant…always makes me LMAO.

Just got off the phone with my sister from NY whom I shall dubb, “CasinoRoyale Babelet” **wink wink** (to honor her anonymity). She’s an industriously fierce person, that little one…a Super Daughter…a Super Sister…a SuperMom…and I’m sure CasinoRoyale Babelet’s significant other would agree, SuperWife as well.
If she didn’t gush about yoga so much I wouldn’t have gotten myself into it. She’d go at the ends of the earth to help you out…and she is a wise soul. She always keeps me in check…puts me in my place…and that is why I haven’t completely ruined my life yet. If I didn’t have her around, God knows what pathetic state my life would be…(as if it’s not already giving me dyspepsia right now).
So here’s to you…Super Sister CasinoRoyale Babelet. May 2007 shower you with blessings and good tidings. Stay as sweet (yet fierce)..because we all love you just the way you are. Love you so much… you are my guiding light, my rock…Happy Birthday!!!

Went to the Shakti studio last night to a full house…and I must say in all honesty, I AM EXTREMELY disappointed in MOTK. PISSED more like. Instead of…oh I don’t know…finding me a frickin space or “floor real estate” as I’d like to call it, especially in that sardine can of a room they had, he actually had the gall to close the door on me…basically SHUTTING ME OUT right in front of glaring yogini eyes (yes, I never even got the chance to go inside the room!). I see where this friendship is going…down the fucking drain!!!
So after having been publicly humiliated (oh I know Julie is loving this) I ran to Triad in the hopes to be reunited with Anahatha…only to be informed that she had packed up and moved back to her capricious lifestyle in Manhattan. Still, that didn’t deter me from getting my yoga fix that night…unfortunately, Marky Mark (who I think is out to get me for avoiding his classes for 2 months) was there to kick my Yogini ass with his trillion one-legged push-ups (which I had done, thank you very much…and no, I don’t leave my knees on the ground). And much to my chagrin, most of what we did was prance around (plus your basic half-moon, ackward-chair and triangle poses)…practicing to the gayest music on earth. All that was missing was scantilly clad, hip-gyrating men in cages. I had to giggle; we did so much african dance moves, I could of sworn one lady knocked her neighbor’s eye out. What a surreal night…which is why I was relieved to go home and watch House…and the People’s Choice Awards…and I’m a little disturbed that the vox populi prefers Vince Vaughn (who hasn’t as of late been looking like a normal human being) over Brad Pitt or even Matt Damon **runs away from Vince Vaugn/Jennifer Aniston supporters**. I DEMAND A RECOUNT!!! And ugh, Patrick Dempsey??!! Highly overrated. Only thing that kept me from completely pulling all my hairs out from frustration was the sight of Eric Dane **drool** and of course the House/Cam hug (coupled with intense eye sex)…SQUEE!!!

Update: Well all is forgiven…I was promised a prime spot on the floor the next time a bigger herd is expected. And if it weren’t for that nice barrista at Diedrich’s (which I’m giving a very loud shout out to..ohwaddayaknow, his name is Tom too) and the free pastry he gave me to go with my 7 am coffee, I wouldn’t have passed on the kindness to MOTK. He’s lucky I’m a “I forgive you” slut as opposed to an “all is forgiven” prude.

I just want to hear the man speak Espagnole!!! **licks monitor** I love you Viggoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!

JEERS to House:
I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate to be spoiled…especially when it’s news that would rip my "ship" apart.  Just stumbled **coughs** upon a post in LJ about Chase and Cameron possibly doing the horizontal tango (part deux…YES, there was a first time…unfuckinfortunately) Why,  you wretched writers!  **falls down on knees and yells to the skies above**  Why??!!!

on other news (related to one of my gazillion ships of course)…

CHEERS to ER:
I also read a transcript of an interview with ER’s Parminder Nagra…shedding a sliver of a hope that maybe, just maybe, **crosses fingers**  the Ray and Neela tandem might become canon:

TVGuide.com: What about the wild-card crush that Ray has on her? Does that come out soon?
Nagra: Ray has always been there in the background for Neela. A lot of people desperately want those two to be together. But I think we’ve got a few more years to go, I think we’re going to torture people for a little bit longer. Even I don’t know. These writers are like the hands of god. Like, "Oh, why don’t we put this character over here now and see what happens."

TVGuide.com: Who knows? They might put you with Archie.
Nagra: [Laughs] I think Neela would definitely have gone insane and must seriously be grieving if she ended up with Archie Morris. I think Ray is a funny one, he’s definitely a wild card and that’s being played out in the stuff we’ve been filming recently. God knows where it ends up.

I am such a girlie-girl….either that or it’s really a symptom of my pathology…which is….I think I’m crazy! **sporfles**
A major lust crush I had harbored for an 80’s pop icon recently just resurfaced.
OMG, anyone who has known me since 6th grade knows that I’m referring to none other than A-ha’s (yeah…yeah…so bite me!) frontman himself…Morten Harket. I realized that even at age 11, I’ve already had a perverse preference for much older men….and that leaves just a nasty residue in my mouth for even admitting it….but then again, JUST LOOK AT HIM!!! That’s a current picture of him…and guess what? the man is 47 years old and he looks like he hasn’t aged a day! Boo-yah!
I remember fondly when I tirelessly….relentlessly….sketched his visage…to a point that I can still manage to draw it now…from memory. That’s how much in love I was with him.
I was ready to lead a Scandanavian lifestyle even if it just meant taking a whiff of where his heritage is. Sure, I had to bear the sight of his imperfect chompers (a gap that can divide continents) but he had a voice that can make every part of your body quiver and melt like butter. It was because of Morten that I even wanted to become a writer (not that I am now….or qualified to be). He…to me, was an astute artist who always sang with an ardent fervor. And he was as masculine as anyone can get…he’s still built like an Olympic skier (hint: the man is Norwegian!) and he has an adams-apple that can rival that of a Greek God (oh wait…now that I think about it, that’s Hiroyuki Sanada, 46 yrs old…my bad!)….and don’t get me started on those hypnotic azure eyes. **starts to drool**
So once in a year, when September 14 rolls along…I look up in the sky and I say out loud, “Happy Birthday Morten!”…then I come to my senses and remember my body resembles that of a crumbling pyramid; and I am also losing (part of) my mind. Gee, what a gripping life I do lead.

Oh. Holy. God. Why is this man wearing God-awful tight trousers??!! Wait, I see it…it’s either a bunch of socks stuffed down his pants or hyper-gonadism…you decide. I hope it’s the latter…

Didn’t I say I was going to be nice? My last 2 posts weren’t very kind, were they?…BUT, I actually felt some kind of relief…release if you will…to finally let something go…and it was fun too! Sometimes when you try so hard; and force yourself to a sort of “noblesse oblige”, the sincerity of what you have been trying to learn (dharma) sort of…wanes…
So to counter my reprehensible behavior, I’ve decided to make something **giggles**…purty. **clasps hands together in glee**. I found a nice little lotus photogragh in one of those royalty-free stock photo sites, and made this baby:

800 x 600

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If I’m inspired enough, I might just make a few more. Enjoy : - )