As a rule, I tend to look down on people who get crushes on celebrities. Idiots. And as for people who get crushes on fictional characters, well: Double Idiots.
But every time Jack Bauer backflips into a deserted warehouse with his gun, declaring breathlessly that "we don't have much time!" something happens in my knickers that makes me say, "right then Jack. I'll just pull them off the one leg then, shall I?"
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alas, for me, it's jack bristow. something about how that man can break even the strongest of men. grrrr!
ReplyDeleteIs there an unspoken rule that CIA heroes have to be named Jack?
ReplyDeleteIt is rather manly.
I'm now imagining Messers Bristow and Bauer together, backflipping, and saving the world. I think I might pass out from the sheer pleasure it brings me.
ReplyDeleteFirst time commenter - love the blog!
I understand what you mean. Why have a crush on some one that don't even knows that you even alive.
ReplyDeleteI totally crush on James Spader in Boston Legal, and I'm really not sure why. I'm ashamed.
ReplyDeleteNothing to do with crushes, though I've had a few (the boy next door, the boy down the road, the boy over the road, the boy over there, the boy on tv, Jean-Luc Picard, whoever, wherever, everyone's a potential crush - if a dog looked at me the right way I'd fall in love with it), but I'm just glad to see you've missed me so much at work that you've updated your blog every day! Wow, I should stay out sick more often (although that would mean I would never be there).
ReplyDeleteOh, I feel woozy.
I don't tend to fancy people off the TV. Except that horny bitch off the Magnet Kitchens advert... grrrrrr... She's sending me secret messages through the TV, she wants me, I can tell.
ReplyDeleteMaster Jedi, strange it is that came you here to this my blonk, as only yesterday was I looking at your blonk, after, erm, searching for others with the common interest "African Dancing".
ReplyDeleteThanks Cleavers, and welcome. I thought about moving to Canada once. At the airport on the way over here, actually. I just got cold feet all of a sudden, I guess.
ReplyDeleteAlso: Jack Ryan from Tom Clancy's stuff - you could be onto something with this CIA name thing.
ReplyDeleteIf I was in the CIA my name would be Special Agent Jack Hoff.