Christ, Dean Cain is pretty. He was a lot of the impetus behind my wet site.

Famously when they came down to the last two or three actors for the role, Cain was cast because of the reaction of the women in the office every time he walked through.

He's that type of pretty that I almost can't look at.

I think I know the type you mean but Dean Cain doesn't do that for me. I can appreciate that he's attractive but he doesn't ring any of my bells. And I've never even seen one episode of Lois & Clark. I wonder if those two things are connected.

Do gray days count, too? When the sky is all gray and overcast without it thunderstorming makes me tired. Only one more hour to go.

Absolutely. Although, we have to tweak with the reasoning.

Time to go get the laundry. Can't be totallly lazy.

Although, we have to tweak with the reasoning.

You can't work because it's sunny and glare-y. I don't want to work because it's gray and my eyes are going glare-y.

There's your logic for you.

Can't be totallly lazy.

Is that a challenge?

He is very gorgeous but not fucked-up enough for me. Dean Cain Gets His Hand Jammed In A Car Door, though would probably be like porn for me.

Dean Cain is very, very pretty, but he's my least favorite of the three actors who have played Superman during my lifetime. Nothing against the man, he just didn't ping me for some reason.

I don't have a good enough picture to link to, but my cousin, and this is not an exaggeration, looks just like Dean Cain. He's the guy (obviously) in this picture: [link]

Is that a challenge?

To me? No. To you? Sure!

Famously when they came down to the last two or three actors for the role, Cain was cast because of the reaction of the women in the office every time he walked through.

Which reminds me of the casting of Roland Gift in the Highlander TV show -- came down to whose clothes the support staff would most like to remove with their teeth. I'd vote for him. A lot.

Is that a challenge?

To me? No. To you? Sure!

T minus 60 minutes and counting until Angel-fest/laziness commences. (I gotta count driving time to get home)