Wherein Michael Shanks is the MAN!

I am disturbingly tempted to buy a couple of seasons of the thinpak SG1s. Disturbingly. Please! I own all the seasons already! I don't need them to be skinny. Sure, I'd like them to be skinny, but I don't NEED them to be skinny. Damn those marketing people and their evil, evil ways. They know how to sink their nasty little claws into me and make me their bitch. Fuckers.

For the record, I'm watching the Stargate movie as I sit here and type. Why? Because it's better than watching awards shows. Any awards show. I cringe whenever speechs are made. Speeches make me want to cower under a chair and whimper. Therefore, I don't watch.

Speaking of Stargate, I'm in the mood to watch a couple of eps from the early SG1 seasons. You know, the ones where Michael Shanks isn't half as hot as he is now. I'm pretty sure his hotness increased exponentially the shorter his hair was cut. Now? Super-HOT! Then? Good looking, but not RAWR!

I need to clean my room. Not in the dusting sense, but in the get-rid-of-unneeded-things sense. You know what I mean? It's just ... time.