My Taste Is Better Than Yours » hotness

Vintage unf

gremlin — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 22:53:46 +0000

Courtesy of Jean-Pierre Leaud, his cigarettes and his shifty-eyed beaky-nosed visage.

Never indulge any curiosity you might have about what he looks like now. Believe me, it’s better this way. Much, much better.

Well hello there

gremlin — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 03:35:29 +0000

I see your cheeky bow tie, Paul.

Farväl

gremlin — Mon, 17 Aug 2009 23:29:56 +0000

RIP Godric. I got quite upset during the bit in Swedish, although I did become slightly distracted by his ugly sandals. I will miss his and Eric’s love connection, and his strangely calm demeanour.

When Sookie was disgusted at the thought of finding Eric sexually attractive, you know everyone with eyes was thinking “is something wrong with you?” Since she’s with Bill and his wig, the answer to that should be obvious.

One of my many favourite aspects of True Blood is the ridiculous height difference between Alexander Skarsgard and the midgets that make up the rest of the cast. Also, this reminds me of Brad and Ray Ray (tiny Ultimate Cute Boy!) in Generation Kill, my television obsession of 2008. Silver is still not sold on GK, but she’ll see the light.

[Flimsy excuse for posting the following gif]

cute boys cute boys cute boys, um, cute. boys.

gremlin — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 15:48:15 +0000

That’s what my thoughts sound like. Or should that be thought?

Cute boys are probably my longest-running interest, apart from books. Sometimes I like to combine the two by going to the bookshop on Charing Cross Road where the cute boy works, or by reading about cute boys. Just now I pretended to read an article on Ibsen but that just got me thinking about drama school boys, and then before I knew it I was looking at Cute Boys Make Me Nervous. It reassures me to know that there is someone whose cute boy habit is worse than mine, and I get my fix at the same time.

It’s a slippery slope from there to Cute and Cuter. I’m not really into kittens and rainbows and stuff, but I am into hipster boys with puppies.

That’s PJ Ransone, my ultimate cute boy. He makes me want to scratch his name and a heart on my pencil tin. I’ve already spent an hour looking at this and this and this and then starting again. I’m boymatized. I can’t stop. I actually just sighed in contentment. Can you OD on cute?

essexy

gremlin — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 09:20:41 +0000

This week I have been enjoying Martina Cole’s The Take (I like how her name is in the title to reassure us trash connoisseurs), a programme which includes the line “he’s taken everything, even the Flymo”. Part of its charm is that it involves senseless violence carried out in super eighties outfits (in honour of which I am wearing a Ben Sherman shirt and chenille leggings as my loungewear). Mostly it’s because of Tom Hardy, who is a brilliant actor blah blah blah, but more importantly whose inexplicable omnipotence over my hormones meant I found myself slightly sexually attracted to a Reman in Star Trek Nemesis.

Yep.

Teeth like a shipwreck. How wrong is it that the crack mouth is kind of hot? Let’s see a close up for extra sexy.

I need to stop now and take a cold shower.