I'm single...my List could take up this board(and feature some of its members, probably.) But of course I'd make special room for: Kyle Secor(I could work my half-assed Buddhism on him) James Marsters(we all know why!) Jon Stewart( with or without the Bush-cackle) Idris Elba(Because he actually made me say "What's a little heroin?" out loud in front of people...I'm thinking that's a crush, yeah?) Domenic West: Because he can smile as if he knows what I look like naked and it's a pleasing thought, and because I like both of his voices.) This is totally arbitrary and right-now-and it's fucking great, and without my team switch list. Or Clooney.

I don't really have a List anymore. Besides, my number one would be a fictional character: Scully. Be still my heart!

Seth Green is going to appear as himself on Entourage this season. Should be fun.

I *just* cancelled HBO. *sigh*

And I'm returning one DVR and cancelling our landline phone service. We both have cell phones and cable internet--we don't use our regular phone nearly enough to justify spending $40 a month on it.

This should pare down our Time Warner bill significantly. I'm trying to think of who I should be notifying that our phone number has changed besides family.

Ailleann, sorry you missed my email! We did go to see Lifehouse--although it was tough going. DH was late getting home and I nearly didn't go. Lots of pains in the ass goings on--including the fact that the only scalper on the street sold his last ticket to the guy in front of us so we had to pay box office price.

They played so much stuff from their first CD. Jason Wade is MIIIIIINE.

I think a key component of the List is (or ought to be) that the persons on it are totally improbable.

I live in the Midwest, not LA or NYC, so no running into random celebs while picking up broccoli and toilet paper.

And I am also single, so my list could conceiveably contain infinities.

Well, if George Clooney starts coming to Little League games, I'll take him off the list.

Somewhere, Billy Ocean is singing Get Outta My List, Get Into My Car (beep beep, yeah)

So, anyway, F, C, M: leg, nose, teeth.

(Tho' recently I had an odd dream where Pete informed me he was running away for the weekend with Cathrine Zeta Jones, but he wanted to make sure I wouldn't be upset, so he got me the lead singer for My Chemical Romance as a present, and I didn't mind, did I? My brain is a very strange place to be sometimes.)

Were you cool with this in the dream, Jilli? I think even in my dreams, I'd be saying, "Nope, I get to keep you and have my list person, and CZJ gets nobody."

So, anyway, F, C, M: leg, nose, teeth.

I can't believe I was 2/3 of the way through actually working this out and justifying my choices before I realized how utterly fucking insane it was. Now I've lost 93 seconds of my life I'll never get back, and I'm all distressed and disturbed. Stoopid creepy antipodean actuaries.

So, anyway, F, C, M: leg, nose, teeth.

F leg, M nose, C teeth.

I killed the thread? Fine, me and the leg are going to have some "alone time."