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Nov. 14th, 2011 06:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
healingmirthI watched Valentine's Day again this weekend, and I was struck yet again by how utterly lacking in chemistry Eric Dane and Bradley Cooper are. (To be fair, I don't love to watch either of them individually.) In someone's Yuletide letter last year, they wrote something about having been left saying "wait...what?" at the lack of context for their story, but I have to imagine that Gerry Marshall finally got them in a room together and said... yeah, no one's going to buy this. Next!
Despite that, I still really want to write that story.
Was I the only one that thought(/hoped) that Julia Roberts was being cagey because she had a girlfriend or wife in LA?
In less-confusing news, I watched the first seven episodes of Suits this weekend, and I think I get what people are all worked up about. I started watching episode 9 - Undefeated - a few weeks back, and it sort of left me cold, so I'll be interested to see, when I get back to it in order, how I feel about it.
In trying to figure out what episode I'd seen, I ended up at Eric Close's IMDB page which starts with this sentence: This blue eyed actor that looks like he was "made by Mattel" was born in Staten Island, New York, May 24th.
I don't typically read IMDB bio's, but if they all started like that, it'd be hilarious, and sad.
You know how there are people who only exist for you in a certain context? (Mostly typically retail employees, bank tellers, etc, but also gym people, church people, whatever.) There's this white dude who I've only ever seen shooting hoops at the YMCA on my volleyball nights, and his existence makes me smile. He's pretty painfully earnest. He wears his iphone (or, dare I hope, ipod touch) in an armband to listen to music. He wears black socks, with his black-and-white polo shirt, black shorts, and black shoes. Seriously, I love this guy. I just saw him a mile or two from the Y, walking-or-maybe-jogging down the sidewalk, and the possibility that he runs to the Y to work out before running back home just makes me happy.
So, not strictly speaking a different context, but I swear that a very small part of my brain thought he might be some sort of ghost-unicorn hybrid who disappeared if he crossed the boundary of the YMCA threshold.
I am still nowhere near ready to sign up for Yuletide. OMG so not ready.
Despite that, I still really want to write that story.
Was I the only one that thought(/hoped) that Julia Roberts was being cagey because she had a girlfriend or wife in LA?
In less-confusing news, I watched the first seven episodes of Suits this weekend, and I think I get what people are all worked up about. I started watching episode 9 - Undefeated - a few weeks back, and it sort of left me cold, so I'll be interested to see, when I get back to it in order, how I feel about it.
In trying to figure out what episode I'd seen, I ended up at Eric Close's IMDB page which starts with this sentence: This blue eyed actor that looks like he was "made by Mattel" was born in Staten Island, New York, May 24th.
I don't typically read IMDB bio's, but if they all started like that, it'd be hilarious, and sad.
You know how there are people who only exist for you in a certain context? (Mostly typically retail employees, bank tellers, etc, but also gym people, church people, whatever.) There's this white dude who I've only ever seen shooting hoops at the YMCA on my volleyball nights, and his existence makes me smile. He's pretty painfully earnest. He wears his iphone (or, dare I hope, ipod touch) in an armband to listen to music. He wears black socks, with his black-and-white polo shirt, black shorts, and black shoes. Seriously, I love this guy. I just saw him a mile or two from the Y, walking-or-maybe-jogging down the sidewalk, and the possibility that he runs to the Y to work out before running back home just makes me happy.
So, not strictly speaking a different context, but I swear that a very small part of my brain thought he might be some sort of ghost-unicorn hybrid who disappeared if he crossed the boundary of the YMCA threshold.
I am still nowhere near ready to sign up for Yuletide. OMG so not ready.
