Eskimo Kissing Cobie Smulders

The best moment of my day was when I dreamed I was eskimo kissing with Cobie Smulders.  Why we were kissing eskimos rather than each other, I’ll never understand, but you take what you can get.

Yeah, that's right. She did it with me.

In further news I was watching a rerun of “Glee” tonight.  I haven’t been a big fan, but lately I’m getting caught up in it, in spite of the several instances of conservative bashing that normally drives me away from a show pretty much for good.  What can I say?  These people have talent, and I love watching them sing and dance, in spite of the fact that they hold me and mine in contempt.

But they really start to lose me with stuff like this:

I like singing and dancing.  I don’t like attitude just for the apparent sake of attitude, and I especially don’t like New York-centric attitude.  Listen, I lived in New York for years, and I hope to live in New York again.  But being in New York doesn’t make you special, and it’s pathetic to see anyone asserting otherwise.

That video makes the characters look like naive douches, at best.

But damn it, I can’t help liking Glee in spite of that.  And even though she has disappointed me tremendously by acting like a bully and an asshole in Newsweek, there are few people on television who give me more pleasure than Jane Lynch.

Nancy Stafford — Oh My Sweet Lord

Look, I don’t want to get all pervy or anything, but:

Well, *drool*

I spent several hours this evening watching Matlock reruns on the Hallmark Movie Channel.  I’ve never liked Matlock, and Andy Griffith has been on my crap list ever since he made those commercials shilling for ObamaCare, but my father, like so many elderly people, has a thing for Matlock, so Matlock it was tonight!

And it grew on me.  Maybe I’m just drawn to the fact that the characters have jobs and purposes (being unemployed, I’ve had none of the former and only a small amount of the latter), and there’s a gentility to Matlock that’s finally appealing to me.  Maybe it’s the fact that I’m over 40 now and that’s simply when they start to get you.  Maybe Matlock is broadcast on some bizarre frequency that stimulates the neural cortexes of the over 40 crowd.

Or maybe it’s just the fact that Nancy Stafford is heavenly.  I mean, good job, God!  From that pert nose to that gorgeous blond hair, and when she showed up in one scene wearing a clingy little black dress, I almost fainted.

If I’d been a production assistant on Matlock twenty years ago, I would have been fired for stalking Nancy Stafford.

In fact, I was a production assistant on Matlock twenty years ago, and I did get fired for stalking Nancy Stafford.  No regrets!