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[lolabobs]

I dreamt that I bumped into Sean connery, as one does, and having done so, commented to him that he had much less hair than when I had last seen him on screen. He looked suitably afronted, and I went up to him and cupped his face between my hands, pointing out that he had no beard this time and it was facial hair to which I was referring. He was happy at this and went away. I don't generally do face cuppage, so this was quite strange.

I watched Grave Danger last night - and again was struck by how very fake all the beginning, blatantly Tarantino, dialogues sound. But then later there was all the writhing and crying, so that was okay.

Today I watched Death in a Different Place - only the second time, and phew. Last time I was watching them all in a frenzy and missed a lot of the nuances, and this episode has a lot of nuances! Apart from the sheer beauty of HUtch, all sweaty and hot. And oh God how many times does he touch himself.. guh. And then at one point there is a drop of moisture rolling down Starsky's chest.. just slowly making its way, down the centre of his chest, amongst the chest hair and... Oh. My.

And that's without getting into the Looks that Hutch keeps giving Starsky, oh there is so much going on beneath the surface there. And I said it before but Starsky is NOT homphobic, not even a little bit. Reacting to a pivotal, stable figure from your life being revealed to have been living a lie, is not the same thing at all. So there.

Today my pmt finally reached payoff and I've been cramping all day. Went to bed mid afternoon. I think if I were left to my own devices, without any work commitments or societal norms I would live my days split in quarters, nap, up, nap, up. Either that or I'm just naturally very lazy. Or perhaps I'm an alien with an entirely different timezone?

I got the two 20p Commando war story/cartoon library things I bought off eBay, following my family book nostalgia - just as I remembered them, full of heroic self sacrifice, hate, love and guns!

Did I mention that drip of sweat on Starsky's chest?

Comments

[lauramcewan.livejournal.com]

I *love* the visuals in that particular episode. Sweat. Looks. Guh.

And I agree. Not homophobic, but rather, just trying to puzzle it out, as we all do when confronted with something outside of our ken.

PMT for you is PMS for me, and yes, payoff day. I don't cramp, though, so **pets you**.

[lolabobs.livejournal.com]

I don't normally get pmt-y, and usually cramp on first day only. Every so often one comes along and bites my butt. Yep. the joy of being female!

accepts petting gracefully and with purrs

And oh yes, *such* a pretty episode!