Seriously - Dan Rad has never really stirred any twinge of Oost in my heart or loins (which is good, because the Empress could break me like a twig, I'm sure), but Matt Lewis looks like a grownup. And he's a local lad too, of which I heartily approve.

See, it's all about that 5'clock shadow that makes the ladies gaga. Me? Still can't grow shit! Grrr.

Ion, Laga, that movie you recomended @ F2F. Just watched it. Hilarious!! Gamers: Dorkness Rising.

Now I should attempt sleep. Sleep well & pain free my Bitches.

You're right, o_a, the stubbliness and the scruffy hair definitely helps. It's a very posed kind of photo, in all fairness. But he does scrub up nicely.

(But, mate, you don't need a 5 o'clock shadow! You're plenty cute!)

:: blush ::

Aargh, someone scraped my car. My car I've only had for five months as of today. There are blotches where the paint's completely gone. My landlord saw it happen; it was a tenant's boyfriend in an SUV. So I can ask the tenant to give me her boyfriend's number so I can get his insurance information and...do something? Is that how this works? I haven't had to deal with this sort of thing since I was a teenager. Does it make my rate go up if I get his insurance to cover the paint job? Geez, I did not need this added stress right now.

Eek! Sorry to hear that, P-C. I can offer no helpful advice, however, as a non-driver.

Meanwhile, Misha Collins continues to pander to his fans. Got Yogurt?

...seriously, there is NO WAY that he doesn't know that's going to get manipped into porn. It's like playing Gay Chicken with John Barrowman, ffs - he's totally "You think you can disconcert me? BRING IT, BITCHES!"

And in entirely different news: Terrifying Reason To Avoid Dallas ABSOLUTELY DO NOT CLICK, JILLI. UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.

P-C, your rate shouldn't go up. If you think the tenant will be non-hostile you can ask her for the boyfriend's number, but it might be best to first either jot down his license plate # the next time he visits or ask your landlord to do so if he comes by when you're out. That way, even if the BF never calls you back (and he may well not), or if you think he might be nasty about it and you don't want to deal with it personally, you can just give your insurance co. his plate # and they'll do all the rest.

No added stress, I promise. Someone clipped our driver's side car door mirror off a few months ago, and since someone else saw it and jotted down the license number, the whole business never rose above "minor nuisance." Never even got to "mild annoyance," let alone anything close to stress.

Oh my. The Longbottom actor has a serious baby Clive Owen look going on there. Oh my, indeed.

I'll join in on the "stupid pain" chorus. Yesterday was not a good day.

I'll also join in on those who are gobsmacked by the way Neville has grown up. Yeah, I can think of a couple of Deathly Hallows scenes that I'm looking forward to even more than I was before.

Another voice in the 'stupid body, stupid pain" chorus. I woke up at 5 a.m. and had to take codeine for my stupid thumb. Eighteen more days until my cortisone shot.

You know, the critics say that government health care will have long waits for medical appointments. That will be soooo different than HMOs. t /sarcasm font