That's what we call Grade-A, red-blooded man.

Oh, Lost how I love you so. ( Never leave me again even though you force me to endure the most painful Macy's adverts EVER )

Also, I had a dream last night where Paul Gross was pimping stuff to me and my mates, a la QVC, but he was standing next to me the entire time and at one point he pulled up his shirt to show me his stomach (like checking the teeth on a horse before you buy it), and he had abs like Tom Welling. Not a bad dream.

Also, last week, I dreamt that Wolverine was a Grim Reaper, a la Death Like Me. Yeah, I smoke the quality crack. I just had to share that.

dS - Songs for Polar Bears

Yesterday, lalejandra and I were discussing our mutual belief in Ray Kowalski's love of all things Springsteen related, which some how degenerated into Ray dancing in his skivvies and Fraser almost rubbing his eyebrow off in excitement and I was totally going to write that for her -- but then kassrachel came along and made me think of the Polar Bears. And you know, it takes a special kind of twistedness to put these things together. It screamed for the hackthis crack. Really.

due South
RayK/Fraser

Songs for Polar Bears*

Yes, circe_tigana I know this is not Thousandth Man-fic. Try to control the hexing.

The Nuptses!

( Tell us it's a new era again. I didn't hear it the first fifty times tonight (spoilers for tonight's episode) )