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The blond boys of the moment, for my consideration:

1) Peter, whom I will finally be seeing on the big screen tomorrow (SQUEEEE!)
2) Hiddles, about whom I have naughty dreams which may or may not include the Loki horns
3) Fassbender, whom I loved in X-Men and Prometheus and though he's not quite as handsome as Peter, he did a fantastic job imitating as an android.

Hurricane Hiddles? Or Tropical Storm Tom? I dunno, maybe it's inevitable, what with the Netflix company I'm keeping these days. So much overlap of hot dudes… what's a gal to do?

Just warning myself. I still have the rest of The Hollow Crown to make up my mind, perhaps. Although the velociraptor impression made my ubuli quiver something awful.

Stay tuned.

If it weren't for Sir Ken, I wouldn't be reciting so many monologues in my car every day on the way to work. It's all his fabulous fault. He keeps me motivated, and it's been a lot easier to memorize this shite than I originally thought. The technique of adding a few lines to what I've already learned everyday while repeating it with the stresses of iambic pentameter (when applicable) helps a lot. Makes it almost as easy as song lyrics.

My favorite so far is probably Berowne's plea from LLL. It was the hardest one to get, (well, the sonnet was hard as well for some reason) but now it flows very trippingly off the tongue. I am also way too tempted to learn more Hamlet soliloquies, as delectable as they are, and I may have to cheat a bit on the "learning one speech from every play" before this is over. The ginormous speech (77 lines! Richard III's opener was 41!) from LLL about love is quite impressive, and was severely chopped down for Ken's movie version, so I'm apt to revisit that play as well.

Thank you, Kenny dear, for existing, and reminding me how much I love Shakespeare (who will always be my truest boyfriend).

My favorite photo, I think. It captures the warm, nerdy eloquence of his being perfectly. *girly sigh*

After almost 2 years, I've managed to completely change my TV-watching trends. I now loathe the idea of September and all the pilots all the broadcast networks try to promote and am very wary of stuff with more than 12 episodes a year. Also, if there isn't anybody hot involved, I'm probably not watching it. The characters have to give me feelings, and the sexual ones generally get transmuted into deeper ones instead of the other way around. This is my brain and its flawed method, but am I not entertained? ;)

Current, ongoing shows approved for consumption:

1) Doctor Who
2) Game of Thrones
3) Sherlock
4) True Blood
5) Supernatural
6) Downton Abbey
7) Wallander
8) Big Bang Theory
9) Copper
10) Walking Dead
11) Mad Men
12) Whatever Brian Cox/Neil deGrasse Tyson/Iain Stewart makes
13) BBC Nature docs
14) Jon Stewart/Stephen Colbert/Conan
15) Threesome (at least I HOPE it's ongoing... we'll see!)

All but Supernatural and Big Bang Theory are equal to or less than 10 eps a year, or have a significant hiatus between Part One and Part Two of any given 12-month period. Luckily, most of these are spread out, and come in and out of season, like fresh produce. So I don't have much on the docket at any given time. Tastes better this way.

Daily TV (non-Netflix movie) consumption on average is 2.5 hrs. Usually Jon/Stephen/Conan and one other thing on weekdays, but maybe just one movie/show a day on weekends. Which is lower than the national average that Nielsen gives as over 5 hrs a day: http://www.statisticbrain.com/television-watching-statistics/

My initial goal to spend as much or more time reading/writing as I do watching TV has been achieved and maintained.

Secret confession: The only "reality show" I watch is What Not To Wear. It's not on most of the year, but it's about clothes and shoes and girly/gay things I can't resist.

The next time suck is probably computing, but a lot goes on on the computer, including writing/communicating, so that's a whole other statistical survey.

Wallander, Wallander… I had no inkling that a show could do to me what you've done to me. I already miss your gloomy, but re-assuring presence. So many feelings. So me many beautiful, heart-wrenching moments, so many feelings.

In many way, it messes with my feelings for Sir Ken, if only because it thrusts the fact of his being nearly my dad's age right in my face. He's still younger, so it's ok for him to be my boyfriend (ha! as if age ever bothered me in the past), but the show DOES conjure more father/daughter themes than man/woman/lover themes, so perhaps that's why it tugs my heartstrings so much. It's closer to the bone for me.

Anyhoo, soooooo in love. *le sigh*

Memorize new soliloquy/speech from Shakespeare every month (or week, since a short one I can learn within a few minutes, after all). The goal being to know at least one from every play, and in so doing, study its meaning and context, and this shall be my humbly adopted scripture.

In other memorization news, I am up to Samarium (62) on the Periodic Table. Rolling along quite well.

To get things kickstarted, I shall not count the sparrow speech I just memorized from Hamlet this week (I know plenty from Hamlet already), and will use Caliban's speech, as Sir Kenneth so beautifully recited last night. Duh.

Be not afeard, the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand tangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices,
That if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again, and then in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
I cried to dream again.

Matching the record of Steve Zahn with one movie and one chat show interview is our latest entry into Caity's pantheon of boyfriends: Benjamin Walker of Georgia. I find myself dying to hear his natural southern accent someday, hopefully while I spoon feed him grits and bacon.

He arrived after I took my cousin to see Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter today, during which, I came to the realization that Mr. President was quite tasty swinging his axe against creatures of the night as a young lad before all that political stuff came into his life. He's tall and lean and has black curly hair (mmmm just like someone else I know) that falls around his squishy boyish Liam-Neeson-mated-with-Hugh-Jackman-esque face with big, luscious brown eyes. He likes Fred Astaire and dancing and comedy and…*le sigh* We'll have to watch this one.

UPDATE: He sings... He sang Oklahoma on youtube... I want to devour him.

On the radar:


PS: Also, major resurgence of Cox love lately. Ever since I got back from Germany, I've been hitting up his youtube videos pretty hard.

I may just marry this song.

This year's batch of Ten Commandments captions! Enjoy ;)



The representatives from Zamunda have arrived.



The safe word is "Manischewitz."




Yenta has her work cut out for her.



Peter O'Toole and Omar Sharif checked in on FourSquare and texted me to meet them here, damnit!

He is some kind of sexy alien from Sexmoor or somewhereabouts.

Has it really been over a month since the onset of this latest Caitlin-brand bout of fangirlishness? It feels like just yesterday that I leapt onto this drunken bandwagon of Cumberbatch love. Having watched several of his past roles on Netflix and just now, his blond, homo-turn in Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, I find myself settling into the familiar confines of his singular face like an ass melding into a chair made of Silly Putty. It's comforting to look upon him, just as it's mind-bogglingly hormone gushing to look upon Daniel Craig.

Another Brit for the boyfriend fold. Still going strong (fed by the pharaoh's granaries' worth of unabashed hetero fanfic and "tweedslash"(my own coinage) in existence).

Sometimes I wonder if I have these infatuative fugues for the sake of having them, for the pure enjoyment innately tied with squeeing over something new. But it's not like I squee for just anything. The last time I squeed this hard was… well, whenever Prof Brian Cox grinned… okay, well, it's been about 9 months since I had my first Brian Cox squee, so we'll go with that anniversary. Anyway, no, I very clearly do not fall over for the sake of falling. I don't trip myself. I stumble upon black holes fairly blindly. And it's the most delicious spaghettification ever.