Thursday, February 03, 2005 Boys, boys, boys Still writing about Wil Wheaton. Haven't gotten the hook yet. Maybe I should skip around, start writing the ending -- but that's just not the way I roll. Via Alex: Brosnan's done with playing Bond, which is good news. Especially since I'd love to see Clive Owen take it on, but I'd also be quite happy with the Gerard Butler compromise. I mean, just so long as he doesn't sing. Teen magazines keep writing that my eyes 'twinkle' when I talk. Look, I'm a guy. I don't twinkle, you know! You can say that my eyes 'sparkle' maybe, but not 'twinkle' alright? Got that teen magazine writers?! -- Jonathan Brandis It's research, okay? Research. Valentine's Day is coming up. Maybe I should start dating again. New Beverly is playing Sunset Blvd and All About Eve that Saturday. Couldn't be any worse as date movies than Closer. I also really want to see Inside Deep Throat, too. This is all presuming that there are individuals to potentially date. Presumptuous. That's a fun word. It speaks of falsehoods and pints of ice cream and sleep. This shirt I'm wearing today is a little slutty, but only because it fits kinda big and keeps falling off one shoulder or the other. I want to go for a run tonight. I want that guy on Digital Webbing to mail me back. I want a casting coup. I miss Jonathan Brandis's sparkle. It's a slow day. | permalink blog • archives • photos • about • contact This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. All content © 2004.