even mermen sing his praises

I'm not entirely sure this will work but I hope it does...

"I thought that little swimsuit had you written all over it"



I did think of putting in either Fanny or my picture but Mr. Firth works much better, I reckon!

Huh (part deux).

When did this blog turn into a Colin Firth's penis-centric blog?

Not that I have any problem with that.

List of things on my desk at work. Right now.

Diary of a patient.
Caddy of office crap.
Purell.
Business cards (that I have to hand print my name and number on).
Travel mug of stale, overly sweetened coffee.
Paper cup of overly sweetened Crystal Light (Pomegranate Cherry with B-vitamins. Am obviously a health nut).
Datebook.
Cell phone (with Internet access, so I can look at sites my office computer blocks. Am obviously a subversive revolutionary).
Ceramic pen container with an Asian character on it, that was made in Denmark that I think just toes the line of being racist, but it's over thirty years old and my parents bought it, so I don't care very much.
Hunk of hematite. To "ground" me. Whatever the fuck that means.
Phone (that seems vaguely dirty).
To-Do lists miles and miles long.

I'm pretty sure this makes me the most boring-est person ever. But that's okay. Because Bum has managed to bring up Colin Firth's penis, which makes me think of the story that Mr. Firth told of when he was making Pride and Prejudice. He was told, allegedly, to pretend he had an enormous erection whenever he looked at Elizabeth.

Worked for me.

I fold

Just watching (and totally crushing on) Colin Firth on the Daily Show (I'll put up a clip later tomorrow). He's got a great gray jacket on, rather tight jeans and an absolutely lovely laugh.

Jon Stewart's just asked him "what happens if you Google Colin Firth's penis?"

and CF goes "It's huge anywhere" (to the sound of loud cheers).

ETA: The clip is now available. Enjoy

Call.

It's hard to argue with a classic.

Guh.

Am interviewing candidates for my post next year. They're all shiny and new and very concerned about making the right impression and have thought out every answer possible to every question there is and their suits are all dark and nary a blue eye-shadow to be seen.

We ask the question "What is your favorite movie and why." We are very fond of the "...and why." Inordinately. And we've gotten the stock answers: Citizen Kane, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Traffic, blah, blah blah blah.

Just once I want them to say Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle for the subtle commentary on racial politics, impressions and identity.

Or the BBC Pride and Prejudice because Colin Firth was young and yummy and when he approached Elizabeth, he was instructed to imagine he had an enormous erection.

This blog is devolving into something interesting.

uh-huh

Today, I went and saw Sweeney Todd*. I actually arrived there in time for the previews. These included a a horror film, two films about war and conspiracy, and two musicals. The last one--Mamma Mia--concerned me a bit since it starred Colin Firth, who'd morphed from A) to B) without my being aware of it. Nothing wrong with B) except I can't quite imagine having fantasies about that chap (and also he reminds me a bit much of various blokes who used to hang about the beaches around where I grew up)

I checked IMDB who told me Pride and Prejudice came out in 1995. No wonder Mr Firth's looking a bit more settled.

Please excuse me while I go off to have an existential crisis.


* For the 2nd time. It's not that good (I think Alan Rickman would have made a better Todd and someone else should have played H B-C's role) but it's still better than a lot of films out there right now.