the nomness

Ho. Ly. Shit. Apparently Rickman was just the beginning of what may turn out to be an epic year of seeing beautiful men speaking beautifully onstage. I just found out that Paul Higgins will be in town for a National Theatre of Scotland tour of a play called Black Watch, reprising the role he originated 4.5 years ago. All men, in uniform. Scottish men. Speaking. Uniform. Fuckme.

They’ve chosen a rather interesting selection of US cities for this tour: DC, UNC, Austin, and Chicago. Surely this is a second or third US run. Surely I could give two fucks: he’s coming to town and I’ve promised Effbit I won’t get arrested but fucking hell it’s general admission and I’ll be damned if I’m not first in line to get in. This will require the same level of clothing and makeup preparation as Rickman, although it will ultimately receive more because we sorta slapdashed that shit together. Of course, I say that and the Rickman *did* make eyes at our girl, so maybe it’s my turn.

By the way – THIS is Paul Higgins. Imagine THIS in a crewcut and Scottish fatigues.

This is the night we have been waiting for. Mr Effbit managed to procure a pair of tickets in honor of Eff’s birthday. A pair of tickets to a performance he was fairly certain he would not be attending. This is the mark of a good man. This is perhaps more likely the mark of a smart man, for should an errant man attend such a performance he would scarcely be noticed.

This evening, we will be sitting front row for this man. We have yet to determine wardrobe but we’re fairly sure knickers will be involved. Maybe.

just.......gah

This is the face he makes when a young woman tells him he is handsome.

Expect some action next week. Nothing *nudgenudge*, but some action.

HA. So this is what happens when two friends are discussing putting together a new video, and one asks the other to request a current favorite song from someone with absolutely no musical appreciation whatsoever, and this is the first song mentioned. I believe it’s called synchronicity and sometimes it is a beautifully disturbing thing…

I have to admit, I don’t quite understand the whole tumblr thing. For the most part it seems to devolve into people reposting other peoples’ reposts, most of which are quite funny, but then I just end up heading to the original site and enjoying it semi-firsthand. And of course, as I’m seeking to prove my point by locating the the ultimo Capaldi tumblr site that I have bookmarked on the other machine but can’t be arsed (enough?) to actually walk into the other room (sigh), I stumble upon a totally new tumblr site who is nailing the Capaldi clips left right & center, posting facial hair I’ve never even dreamed of, AND tagging Julian Barratt as well. Well, mother fuck me. I give up. tumblr, you win. my heart?

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Video coming this week. YES, I KNOOOOWWWWW.

I can NOT decide what my favorite part of this clip is, but the belly has to be high up on the list. And yes, there’s something wrong with my brain.

Honest genius work coming soon…

Whoa, remember when my plan was to review/post/cap the new episodes of The Thick Of It in a somewhat timely fashion? Yeah, well…fuck off, shit got real for a minute. And it’s not like I haven’t been watching, and listening, and dreaming… Let’s put it down to a visual distraction from actual thought and leave it at that. Now, onto the issue of the day – episode two of the (no longer quite as) new series of TTOI. Le sigh. I love having/creating an excuse to rewatch this intensely.

So. The premise of Ep 2 is a data loss incident/kerfuffle/media strategy within DoSAC, further underscoring the department’s complete ineptitude at being able to handle even the slightest bit of responsibility. If this weren’t enough, Nicola manages to break the story herself to the press following a Guardian meetup intended to introduce “the real Nicola.” Well, they met her alright. Upon finding out what she’s done Malcolm rages against Nicola and his own seatbelt almost equally, giving me some quite serious bondage brain fodder. And then……eh, fuckit, now I just wanna look at the pretteh.