While you guys are adoring the man who canonically has no interest in you whoever, I shall be luxuriating in the arms of my imaginary Alan Rickman.
The difference between my chances of nailing AC and yours of nailing AR isn't statistically significant.
However I, like many others here, don't actually WANT to nail him. I enjoy his aesthetics.
I would be skeeved by the perfume, except for his claim that after 40 years of mockery, he's finally getting his revenge. I can get behind that.
And I was laughing like a loon w/r/t the ancillary products, especially when Jon cut him off as he got into hair product.
Alibelle, I can't get past level six, but I'm having the same problem as you. I think my mouse is defective.
Yeah. Level six sucks. Mostly because the little square deliberately aims for things, and then you try to overcompensate, and it rams into a giant wall.
Also, this game is making me lost my ability to use my tracking pad normally.
My friend just called, and apparently, we are having a high security night tonight in my movie class. I wonder who on earth might be coming. Now I'm all excited.
Whee! I just got my own conference call number. Too exciting.
Except now I have to change all my standing meetings away from the purloined number.
He was slipping off with the creepy for back alley rendezvous long before middle age, Plei.
Yeah, but he was creepy/pretty for a while there, too.
My friend just called, and apparently, we are having a high security night tonight in my movie class. I wonder who on earth might be coming. Now I'm all excited.
Oooh! You must tell us, after.
Plei, I thought Walken was very pretty circa
The Deer Hunter.
I had a big old crush on poor, broken Nick.
If Christopher Walken came over and tap danced for me, all bets are off. We're not talking M (although second hand reports on him are favourable), but the idea of F raises a quizzical eyebrow.
OC: Did they just say,
"Stonerock and Tudor"??
The Walken who does it for me is circa
Dead Zone,
shuffling through bleak New England landscapes looking all mournful and haunted and heartbroken with his navy peacoat and mussed hair. But I wouldn't slam the door in Tap Dancing Walken's face, either.