Okay. So. This is a very long list-- 101 people-- and it is still nowhere near exhaustive of all the crushes I've had in the past ten years. So if I'm missing someone you KNOW I think is hot and you are aggrieved by the lack of them, speak up and I'll go rustle up some more pictures. I just got tired of thinking after the first hundred people.

See if you can follow the logical progression, I promise there is one for the first half of the picspam and the last portion of it.

( come, revel in the pretty with me. )

And for those of you who don't want to click it (are you scared of the pretty? it won't bite), here's the picture of young Ian McKellen I was flipping out about earlier. Yum.

When I was little, something around 8 years old, I got a book series that was about careers. There was a bit about doctors, one about farmers, one about vets, one about, I don't remember, politicians or something.

And one of them was about what it was like to be a trapeze swinger with Cirque Du Soleil.

Ever since I was eight, I have wanted so desperately to see an actual live show by Cirque du Soleil. I downloaded a lot of the music, and one of my favorites on music alone is Alegria.

Today Julia and I saw Alegria at the Oncenter in Syracuse and it brought tears to my eyes, it was so completely incredible. I don't even know what my favorite part was-- the contortionists were unbelievable! the fire spinners were so awesome! THE TRAPEZE ARTISTS OMG. And the singers! And, man, even the clowns were astounding and hilarious! We got the cheapest seats possible, all the way up and to one side of the stage, but we could see almost everything perfectly (we moved to see the trapeze act better) and. You guys.

I cried, I was so happy. And then Julia made fun of me about it and said I was bawling which I was not, okay, I didn't even get tears going down my cheeks or make any sobbing noises, it was just so overwhelmingly beautiful.


And. moorishflower. One of the tumblers, I swear to god, looked exactly like a young Fool. I couldn't stop goggling, they were just what I imagined while reading the Farseer trilogy. (They because damn, completely androgynous, I'm pretty good at telling gender and I was totally at a loss to say anything except "PRETTY.")


AND ON TOP OF THAT SPOCK CAME TODAY and he's so little and sleek and pretty, AND ON TOP OF THAT my new phone came and I have to name it and it's little and black and I think I might call it Galileo but I'm not settled on that yet. Nobody was here all day so the DVD drive and laptop case didn't get delivered, and no one is going to be here all Monday so I don't know what's going to happen with that but it's okay, they'll get here eventually.

TODAY IS FULL OF WIN.

New photoshoot of Zachary Quinto.

out of 27 pics I'm pretty sure 10 of them gave me spontaneous orgasms.

oh my god, his legs. and his eyes. and his MOUTH.

I'd say "I'll be in my bunk" but I didn't even make it there.

when you see this, post your favorite poem.

I am not going to post The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. (SHOCK.)

24A, C, D; Sappho

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]you will remember
]for we in our youth
      did these things

yes many and beautiful things
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      ]

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]we live
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the opposite
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daring
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]in a thin voice
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from If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho, translated by Anne Carson