the nomness

Oh dear. Right, so…there’s this gentleman I most recently referred to in post. Effbit has quite appropriately named him The Professor. He is, in fact, a professor; at my alma mater nonetheless but I didn’t know him then. But I likely would’ve had several highly inappropriate fantasies about him at the time, thus ending up [...]

I cannot beLIEVE I’ve yet to post about Dylan Moran. I teased it THREE AND ONE HALF GODDAMN MONTHS ago, and this is shameful. For this, I am asham-ed (that’s right, Shakespearean pronunciation, WHAT). And should be punish-ed. By Irish-es. My last post was so old, I was still living in Texas. My last post [...]

First things first: click HERE to see a Naval photograph of Paul Newman four days before his EIGHTEENTH birthday (courtesy of linkage from the greatest tumblr EVER, via attila-the-hunny). And I’m not even posting the pic but FORCING the clickthru because it is THAT fucking good. This picture kicks the hairless barely-legal ballsack off Taylor [...]

First it was Glen Hansard, and now this Dylan Moran has wormed his way in. Fuck. Effbit’ll never let me hear the end of it. It’s bad enough I had to find Dylan Moran BY MYSELF. JESUS, WOMAN, HOW DO YOU NOT TELL ME ABOUT A DRINKY SMOKEY GRUMPY COMEDIAN WHO RESEMBLES JOHN CUSACK? Rude. [...]

So if I’m celebrating all things Irish (and by things I mean menfolk, and by celebrating I mean thinking-naughty-thoughts-about), sooner or later I’ll have to deal with the U2 question, so why not now. U2 is an outrageously good band, but a band that has remained completely asexual in my head. I take the band [...]

“Liam Neeson, quite frankly, is sex on legs. Always has been.” Halle-bloody-Irish-lujah. (btw…say irish-lulah outloud, like right now. awesome) Somehow I do not remember him from Husbands and Wives (one of my favorite of Allen’s more serious ones), but IMDB tells me he’s in it. No, it took Schindler’s List to bring him to the [...]

I figured it’s only right to start with a controversial choice. Peter O’Toole is, quite possibly, not even Irish. Perfect; this is the sort of Irish I can ease into. Ahem… A lot of my noms are of the black & white variety and you just can’t deny what some men look like sans color [...]

So Effbit has all eff’d back to the motherland for a wedding. The fact that neither of us is in NYC right now is making me crazy even though I obviously have no purchase with which to cause a ruckus. Still…with my crazy recent britfest (now entering the Netflix TV mini-series phase), if I can’t [...]