:blink: Eric McCormack

My *god*. I thought he was cute in Will and Grace. Incredibly cute, in a puppy dog way. Have just watched Dead Like Me s2 ep 10. In which he is playing an unshaven, dangerous, black-clad utter charming smug bastard. I need to knock that boy down and fuck him *right now*. Seriously. Right the fuck now.

Guess it is very, very true about the bastards being the sexy ones...

A list, just off the top of my head :
QAF, Stuart.
Sean Bean in practically everything.
Sound of Music, Captain Von Trapp. (don't laugh. Have you seen it recently?)
Smallville, anyone bearing the name of Luthor.
Buffy, the moment Xander went Hyena.
Star Wars, Han Solo
Princess Bride, Westley did not become utterly sexy until Pirate Roberts.
Alan Rickman. 'Nuff said.

The list goes on. I really, really want to know what it is in the genetic make-up of men-fanciers that turns us all into Princess Leia. :ponders: It may be the amount of self-confidence they project, but that can't be all of it, surely?

On pairings

Oh, and a rec. copperbadge is being prolific again. Turnabout, which is Sirius and Remus and libraries. Oh, and :

Wibble is not in the Dictionary of Cool (admittedly a small dictionary, and usually not containing words more than two syllables long).

Which of course gets me giggling and thinking of the Monks of Cool....

And Eddie Izzard. In which the circular barometer of cool goes 'Cool... cool... cooler... looking like a dickhead.'

Mostly because cool is a matter of style. Some people can carry off the Matrix gear of biiiiig flared trenchcoat and sunglasses. Others cannot. It is merely a fact of life.

Anyway. On pairings. Everyone has favourite pairings. Often it is due to the writer. Mostly it is due to the watching/reading. Sometimes they change. For example, yours truly used to be such a little Harry/Draco girl. Still not too fond of Harry with anyone else, but you get so sick of redemptionista! Draco that it's a right arse to read it anymore. Draco is a little tosser, that's all there is to it. Fic in which he stays an utter tosser but is having sex with Harry is all good and right by me. *Big* Remus/Snape shipper, but it's difficult to find. For a long while I just couldn't be arsed with Remus/Sirius. Yes, this is practically canon. Yes, it is screamingly obvious. The only thing was that it was just so bleeding prolific. And like all prolific pairings, there's the general rule of thumb of 30% good, 70% frickin' awful. And precisely because it was so obvious, I couldn't be arsed to read it. I went and found obscure author-created pairings like Neville/Percy and perved on glockgal's Weasley art. However, a couple of months ago I finally succumbed due to minkboylove's dabbling in Remus/Sirius. I'd loved everything else of hers, so might as well try it, right? :sigh: Slippery slope. Soon after that I discovered copperbadge, and a few others... and now I crave it. I'm still immensely picky about which authors I choose, though.

A conversation on the future

Which happens at the bar in sci-fi conventions. I don't remember who first came up with it, but it was inspired by Star Wars. Where we were shown what the future would look like in tv shows and films. Everyone had it so shiny, before Star Wars. Star Wars was the first we remembered where things were worn down and faded and dust encrusted, and the hyperdrive didn't work because it was old and hadn't been maintained. And it looked so much realer than things like Star Trek, where it was clean and shiny and things worked. So we came up with a list.

Before alien contact, the different sectors of the universe will look like this :

UK : Red Dwarf.
US : Firefly.

Alien contact will be like Alien. Some poor sods attacked out of the blue.

Post-alien contact, when things have settled down, there will be Babylon 5. Bureaucracy and psi-cops, with military problems.

And the far corners will be Farscape. Mad and lawless equally.

Because we just couldn't believe in something shiny and smooth-running. Chaos and bureaucracy and red tape and the engineer's curry ending up in the most vital part of the engine, we can believe in. Nobility is no longer something we believe in, as we move farther into a future of weather problems and pollution, with constant little wars on the sides.

In the fifties they told us everyone would have a car; they just didn't tell us that a generation would grow up with asthma as a commonplace thing, in the time between everyone getting cars and pollution laws coming in. Or that having everything done by machine, with shiny plastic-wrapped convenience food would give children the diabetes of obesity. And the practices that gave us cheap and endless food led to poisoning of the very food itself, diseases of the brain. We made everything clean, because we were supposed to want it that way, and everything looked neater and shinier. Everything so neat and shiny that our immune systems couldn't handle everyday things, so fruit and nuts and milk could so shock our systems that it could kill people.

We couldn't believe in Star Trek anymore; the human race didn't work well enough for that.