SMUT!

Today's smut is corn smut and plant smut. I'm sure it has a practical and serious meaning, but bear with me for a moment. I have read far too much structuralism and linguistics in the last two days and I'm this close to pulling out my hair. But Claude Levi-Strauss was talking about corn smut! And the first thing I thought of was (and this especially for the creator of our sister blog) medieval sort of people somehow sticking pieces of uncooked corn to paper, gluing them in the shape of dirty pictures. It would be like those people running around Guild Wars during the Halloween festivities, but only regular corn and not candy corn. And in pornographic poses.

Too much structure and the world goes mad. Ha ha ha...

Misplaced Romance Novel Cover Alert

Today I am speaking about Tom Hollander, a man from Gosford Park, Pirates of the Carribean, Pride and Prejudice, Masterpiece Theatre concerning early 20th century British kings, etc., and apparently two episodes of Absolutely Fabulous called The Last Shout, Parts 1 and 2. These episodes are over ten years old. However! If anyone would like to see a potential male figure on the front of a romance novel, you will go to YouTube and search for Absolutely Fabulous The Last Shout--especially after he takes his shirt off. His character's name is Paolo, and he gets engaged to Saffy. He also plays kind of a jerk, just like in Pirates of the Caribbean. That is beside the point though. In the 90s, this man had the kind of hair that would kick Fabio into a gutter. He may be a bit on the shorter side and has a lot less hair now judging by the most recent movie I saw him in, but in the 90s (or at least this episode of AbFab) this man's hair alone would have put him in line for a Harlequin photo shoot. Generally speaking, he's handsome enough, and looks rather good in a hat but they always seem to stand him next to people who are over six feet tall, which makes him seem kind of short. But he's around 5'5 apparently so not actually that short.

But the next time you need a man looking windblown without his shirt on--look at The Last Shout!

Stephen Fry

Stephen Fry, who is a terribly clever, amusing man... might leave Twitter?! Or... might have done on Saturday until he forgave the fellow who called him boring. Does the BBC really need to write emergency articles about Stephen Fry potentially leaving Twitter? It's Twitter, for feck's sake. He's not going to stop writing books or start acting like a cretin or something. Oh, the busybodying of the press. How far back it must go.

Then again...

Just look at what American TV will do to you.

(P.S. All in good fun--I adore both Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie.)

So, I Walked Into November...

Said the Ugly Pumpkin. It's November!

It's moving! That is to say time, not Big Ben. That would be a big clock roaming London, which would be... a bit weirder. I guess?