Battlestar Firescapery

I have this thing for women with guns.



On this planet, my favorite by far is Angelina Jolie in her Lara Croft and Mrs. Smith incarnations. Even the Sarah Connor of T2 doesn't hold a candle to her.


But I prefer the girls who are out of this world.

Aeryn Sun. Aeryn Sun. Aeryn Sun.

The sounds of this glorious woman's name roll off the tongue like a goddess's
invocation. She was the first of my space-faring crushes. I had little use for the stars until I was wooed by her sharp tongue and gun-wielding ways.

Her affair with John Crichton - which could have been played badly - only enhanced my interest. Who wouldn't want a little of both of them? Yum!


My desire then turned to Zoe Washburne. Battle-hardened galactic mercenary with a heart as black as my own. The deeply loyal family ties on Serenity are something I envy greatly. Zoe doesn't take shit from anyone, and backs it up with a gun. I only wish I could do that.


However! Lest you think I do the wet and slippery only for the dark-haired beauties, I will show you my current flame: Kara Thrace of Battlestar Galactica. Her insouciant rebellion and troubled heart make her a compelling character. Her rough-and-tumble play with the boys just makes her HOT!


And there you have it. . . The secret to my science fiction.

Our Precious

Cold be heart and hand and bone,
Cold be travellers far from home.
They do not see what lies ahead,
When sun has failed and moon is dead.

I have another confession for you . . . I have naughty thoughts about Gollum.

Yes, he is an ugly little worm. Part of the attraction is, I know, some of that big-eyes-small-head thing that makes most baby critters cute. However, I think Gollum the person is deeply misunderstood and really quite a charming character.

He is intelligent, clever, loyal . . . a broken soul waiting to be healed. He is childlike in his naivete of the world, and childish in his emotional displays. I actually envy his ability to feel his emotions 100% -- be it joy, pain, hunger or anger, Gollum feels it with no filter. I can only aspire to such completeness of feeling.

He is also a repulsive head to be pulled to my breast, grabbing hands to paw my body. I think, in a way, he is Everyman. Appealing, and yet not. There for you, and yet not. Desired and yet reviled.

And I think he would fuck like a horny little jackrabbit.

More Than Meets The Eye

So, I saw Transformers tonight with GH (who flakily showed up at the last second). What an awesome summertime movie! Despite its obligatory two-dimensional characterizations, it was a LOT of fun.

Now, you might expect someone like the Spinster to prefer Jane Austen adaptations and the ilk. Jackson even called us conservative the other day *sniff*. But never fear! There is more to the Spinster than meets the eye. Heh. The Spinster's ingredients for the perfect movie: 1) hot lead actors, 2) car chases, 3) explosions.

I think we have come, Dear Readers, to a moment of confession. My favorite character was not Captain Lennox (played by purty Josh Duhamel), or funny Sam (played by future superstar Shia LaBeouf). Nor was it the endearing Bumblebee or brave Optimus Prime.


It was Ironside. See, I have this thing for trucks. Big trucks. Especially big, black trucks. I don't recall ever *not* feeling this way about trucks . . . it's practically a fetish. So everytime Ironside came on the screen in truck form, pervert that I am, I got a little wetter.

Jackson has a big, black, diesel Silverado. I should call him >:)

Hell

I am surely going to hell for finding this photo to be hot, Hot, HOT.