Love letters, pissiness, and damnit, fandom help me out.

DISCLAIMER: This week will suck. I will be surly. And pissy. And most likely homicidal. Just saying.

Dear vylit:

You are awesome. Other people wish they had a Vi, but you have now bought me for the next two months, so you know, really. Name your desire and I will make it happen. Except Adrian Pasdar. He is all MINE, dammit.

XXXOOOO,
Me

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Dear Lord/Allah/Buddha/Yaweh/Bob/Whomever Floats Your Boat,

So. You sat Cate Blanchett, Clive Owen, Helen Mirren & George Clooney together at the Armani show this weekend. And people say you don't exist. HA!

Good looking out there on the hotass, your holiness.

Xxxx,
Me

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Dear Adrian Pasdar,

You are so hot I wept. Also, having seen your wife in Shut Up & Sing, I can now say that even though we are totally MFEO, if I had to lose you to anybody, Natalie Maines is okay in my book. Please to continue with your amazing hotassery and lobby Tim for some more Petrelli brothers time.

Xxxx,
Me

Pee ess: Keep sticking it to the man, Nat! FUTK. HAHAHAHA!

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Dear Josh Schwartz and The O.C.,

Tell me again how you didn't read Telegraph Avenue. Really. Tell me how that thing happened that one time ( spoiler for series finale )

If you'd listened to us in the beginning I bet your ass would still be on the air!

Whatevs.

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Son of a bitch. People, how do I extract from a .7z file? Thank you

ETA:

Dear Psych:

OMGWTFILOVEYOU!!!! I am so sad I found you so late. Gus, how are you so awesome? Shawn, how you are so perfectly dysfunctional, yet adorable. Dule Hill RULES! Shawn + Gus 4eva! I am totally writing you guys (eventually).

XXXXXXXXXtimeseleventy!
me

Clooney in 2008 indeed.

My Brit is Bigger Than Yours


In what may turn into the first U.S. war to be waged *inside* The White House, both Capitol Hill and Hollywood are swarming with rumors about President Clooney's Saturday night Armani Prive viewing alongside long-rumoured paramour, Clive Owen, (both seen here with the Prime Minister of Australia, Cate Blanchett), while the following evening the First Gentleman was seen getting extremely cozy with new 007, Daniel Craig, at the Post-Oscars Vanity Fair party.






Insiders insist that there is clearly something off in the Lincoln Bedroom, which would make this particular blogger incredibly depressed if only for the sake of the adorable First Son. This is not the first time the Clooney administration has been plagued by rumours of the President's past partners (say that three times fast) creeping back into the First Marriage, but it is the first time that visual evidence is so readily available.







The President is due back on the campaign trail tomorrow to shill for Vice-President Obama in the next election, at which time you can expect a flurry of questions from the White House Press Corps. Although whether they'll be about Clive Owen's hair color or the hotness of Dame Helen Mirren is still up in the air. Calls to Press Secretary Ari Gold were not returned (shocker there).


For those of you who are new to these parts 'Clooney in 2008' is a exceedingly fictitious world (that only exists in random press releases) that I've created where George Clooney is President, Barack Obama is the Veep, Ari is the Chief of Staff, Oprah is the Secretary of State and Lewis Black is the Secretary of Defense. Oh and Anderson Cooper is First Gentleman because well, why not?