Saturday, October 30, 2004

A Fool's Fodder

I have Christopher Cross on the brain:

"Sailing, takes me away…
To where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free..." [from the song

Went sailing, once. There’s nothing like flying on water and standing on the bow while the wind threatens to tear the skin off of ya’. Sounds rather violent, but, really, it’s more on the exhilarating side. Like a near-miss on the highway vs. an intimidating rollercoaster. It’s a controlled sort of thrill.

Anyway, guess who went to yesterday's (Friday's) taping of the Late Late Show and got to see a live interview with — Ahem —

Mr. Dominic Monaghan?

Hm? No clue have you?

Well, let me break the suspense:

I sat mere feet…well, several mere feet from the object of my unrequited affection. Yum. Oh, I would expound, here…but I fear sounding more and more like a lovesick puppy. So, I’ll disparage my crush, instead:

He is quite petite, really. Not skinny, but I think I could beat his ass. And, it’s not like I’m She-Hulk or anything.

But, he’s still cute. And the sparkling blue of his eyes conquered the distance of many mere feet.

Ooops. I have entered the lair of puppydom. Must…pull…back.

(But, I swear on this keyboard, his eyes really do sparkle!!! Qu’est-ce que ca!?)


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