Welcome To The Island: All Hail James Purefoy

I never understood why HBO pulled the series Rome after only two seasons. It was prime girl porn. Tons of hot guys running around in togas and some very raunchy sex scenes. I own both seasons on DVD and was thrilled when I converted Bad Wolf in to a Rome-luva!

With all the prime men running around (shirtless) in the series, it is kind of tough to pick just one but I will pledge my allegiance to James Purefoy's Marc Anthony any day. Yowza!

I will fully own up to the fact that Rome's love of male full frontal nudity didn't hurt. And James Purefoy... yeah... he was one of the ones who willingly dropped his toga. Just type his name in to YouTube to see what all the fuss was about over him. Until then, enjoy this little moment of (near naked) bliss....

Your Keyser Soze Moment of Zen

For anyone who loves The Daily Show and the Unusual Suspects is an awesome video from last night's episode. Evidently, some people think that President Obama is the anti-christ. The Daily Show mocks its obvious ridiculousness with a twist of Usual Suspects. It's definitely worth a few chuckles. Especially after my semi-poopy day.

The Daily Show With Jon StewartM - Th 11p / 10c

Unusual Suspect

Daily Show Full Episodes
Important Things With Demetri Martin

Funny Political News
Joke of the Day

Welcome to the Island: When in Rome Edition

I had often heard Roadtripper expound on the wonders of HBO's Rome. I never really got it. Until last summer when I had the joy of finally catching it while visiting her and Candace. And Yowza, did I get it!



Those eyes! That integrity combined with a look that says I will fuck your shit up if you piss me off. Once seeing his portrayal of Lucius Vorenus on Rome, i quickly netflixed the rest of the series and also watched Made of Honor. Made of Honor, and I am not a Patrick Dempsey fan! Then I look into those eyes again and forget Dempsey entirely.



Welcome to the Island Kevin. Don't worry, I've been to Pompeii and have seen their brothels, I know a few positions I can point out for us.

Why Is There An Orgy On The Dance Floor?

I arrived back home from my Virginia business trip late Friday afternoon. Some friends of mine had plans to go to Jacksonville's finest country and western establishment, The Tarheel. My original idea was that I would be too tired and irritated after working all morning and a five hour drive home (especially after that nice chat with Martin County's sheriff about my lead foot when he pulled me over for going 70mph in a 55mph zone). Not to mention that I think line dancing is fairly ridiculous unless you are completely inebriated (even then, it is still a tad ridiculous). And yet, despite being road weary and worn out, I couldn't resist the siren's call of The Tarheel. I'd heard too much about this place.

And I wasn't disappointed.

Are any of my readers familiar with Nitty Gritty Dirt Band's song "Fishin' In The Dark"? It is a little ditty chock full of double entendres about a guy taking his girl out for some... well... ahem... fishin'. Not exactly subtle but kind of cute.

Cute is not what The Tarheel had in mind when they came up with their well known dance for this song:



Holy crap! There was some baby-making going on out there. No, seriously. Some of them are going to have a tangible reminder of Friday night's activities in about nine months.

A guy that I had been talking to noticed my mouth agape and asked if I wanted to be "fished". I usually don't let a guy gyrate on top of me until I at least know his last name. He assured me that he would be (and, yes, I quote) "a gentleman". Since I have never been dry-humped in a gentlemanly manner, I laid down on a filthy dance floor and allowed 6 foot 3 giant to dance over me. Go ahead and judge me. It. Was. Awesome!

Don't be surprised if you are dancing at my wedding to "Fishin' In The Dark". I am obsessed with this song now! Oh yeah... and that guy cooked me dinner last night. Because who can resist a dry-humping gentleman?

Welcome to the Island: Completely Random Edition

As Roadtripper is away with limited time and access, she will be unable to provide another inductee onto the island this week. Thusly, it is my completely random edition. So I thought, and thought, and thought and had that light bulb moment. Why not do the original bad boy. We all know the one. The one with the leather jacket, bad attitude, fast car, kissable, delicious lips that so easily formed into a snarl. But behind it all eyes that spoke of inner turmoil that the scarred emotional boy that you knew was in there and could save.



So of course my choice is James Dean. With those eyes, lips, great hair, aforementioned bad boy image, and oh, did I mention that he's also from the great state of Indiana?


Welcome to the Island, James. You were taken from us way too soon but here you will live forever.

Welcome to the Island: Lost Redux Edition

As Roadtripper previously mentioned, we are both thoroughly obsessed with Lost and as with as many hot men as there are on that island it most definitely deserves a second week. If I could find my way to that island I most definitely would. My first stop? To see Desmond (Henry Ian Cusick):



His heartbreaking reunion with his constant, Penny, last season fortunately did not mean that we would be seeing less of him now. I need me as much of that accent, face, and body as I can get. Now come here, you're used to pushing buttons every 108 minutes and I know just the button you can press.

Welcome To The Island: I'm Lost Again!

But wait... didn't we already dedicate a week of our Island picks to LOST? The answer is yes and yes but Bad Wolf and I are slaves to the genius show put out by Damon Lindelof and Carlton Cuse. And LOST is firing on all cylinders this season so it deserves mega praise. And LOST in all about things coming back around full circle. And...





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*****Don't scroll down if you are a lame ass who hasn't watched last week's LOST*******


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they brought back Jin!!!!!!!!





Lindelof and Cuse have a history of writing off their wayward, booze hound cast after brushes with Hawaii's finest (Question to cast of LOST: what is it about living in paradise that makes you hit the bottle so hard?)


I thought that Daniel Dae Kim was the latest causality after his DUI caused those evil powers that be to place him on the freighter that blew up last season... which sucked because I so heart his character Jin. Not to mention, I was really starting to miss the eye candy that Daniel Dae Kim brought to the show. Imagine my school girl squeal of glee when they rolled over a washed up man last week to reveal that even a DUI can't keep this hotness down!










My only complaint: he washed up ashore with his shirt intact. I mean... really?!?! C'mon, Lindelof and Cuse... how can you let the opportunity for showing off this perfection pass by?



Interesting factoid I discovered while IMBDing Daniel Dae Kim: he went to the same high school as fellow Island inductee and mega-hottie Dwayne Johnson. What do they put in the water there?

I Need An Excuse To Throw Back Some Martinis Tonight

Bad Wolf has pointed out that I've been having a bad week. Both of my home computers were out of commission (one due to a virus, the other experienced a fan meltdown that almost set my home office on fire). Work has been really shitty lately too. I am in an office of workaholics who think that it is truly okay to work ten days straight, with a day constituting at least ten hours. And don't you dare think that you can take five minutes for a "lunch break" that involves shoving a scalding hot Lean Cuisine down your gullet. Lunch breaks are for slackers.

This girl needs a drink!

Luckily, I discovered that today, February 7th is:

Dump Your Significant Jerk Day

Wave All Your Fingers At Your Neighbors Day

not to mention...

National Fettuccine Alfredo Day

Too bad it isn't Lock Your Workaholic Colleagues in a Basement Day!

Obama Is The New Waldo

As in... where the hell is he?!?!?

This is the wall in my office's entry way where the chain of command is supposed to be displayed. See that vacant spot on the top left? That's where the Commander in Chief should be.

Bush's face still graced this spot until Monday. I "gently" reminded our Staff Sergeant that there was a new sheriff in town and that the wall needed to be updated. He took down Bush but, four days later, I am still waiting for the new picture.

Welcome to the Island: Footballer Edition

And what better footballer to have on this week after the Super Bowl than Peyton Manning. Yeah, I know the Indianapolis Colts weren't in the Super Bowl but they are my favorite team and Peyton Manning has a lot to do with it.



His nose looks like it has taken a few hits but I do dig those blonds. I think it is the combination of the blond, incredible work ethic and leadership, the fact that he led my team to its first super bowl a few years ago, and the fact that he could use that incredible footballer's body to toss me around like he does the pigskin. And all that stretching, I can pretend it's really just preparing for his performance with me after the game:




Welcome to the Island Peyton, don't worry I will definitely keep you in shape and increase your stamina.

Addendum to Post: Roadtripper is currently overworked and computer-less. And since she doesn't care about football she has picked David Beckham as her footballer. I guess I wasn't specific about the type of football, huh? Still, I think she would approve of the pic:

Stephen King, One More Reason I Love Him

"Both Rowling and Meyer, they're speaking directly to young people... The real difference is that Jo Rowling is a terrific writer and Stephenie Meyer can't write worth a darn. She's not very good."

So says Stephen King, the master of the truly terrifying during an interview with USA Weekend.

Finally! Someone with some sense, says what many of us have been thinking since we read that trashtastic (and not in the awesome V. C. Andrews way) book. He goes on to say that:

"A lot of the physical side of it is conveyed in things like the vampire will touch her forearm or run a hand over skin, and she just flushes all hot and cold. And for girls, that's a shorthand for all the feelings that they're not ready to deal with yet."

Yes! Hello, all of you tweens and middle age housewives out there! Vampires=sex and um vampires... they shouldn't sparkle. And watching you all night without your knowledge? That's not flattering, it's stalking.

Thank you Mr. King. Now get out there and write another book and show her how it is really done.