the seven deadlies

Okay, so last night I had a really good dream. I won't go into all of the details, but I will say that it involved Justin Theroux. Who, you ask, is Justin Theroux? Well...since I still can't figure out how to have pictures hosted onto this blog, you will have to go here. He is definitely in the same arena (though not the same level) as Johnny Depp, hot as hell and cool as fuck too. So, I think the first time I saw this guy was Mulholland Drive, the latest David Lynch creation, and I remember thinking that this guy was so Campbell's soup (mmm.mmm.good). Then I don't remember seeing him again until Charlie's Angels 2, which though not that great a flick showcased Justin Theroux's hot ass body so it gets 4 stars (out of five because no amount of pecs and abs can remove the permanent brain damage of the rest of movie). But holy steaming panties Batman, this guy shows up in Six Feet Under...by far and away one of the coolest shows on television. And not only does he play a pretty cool character who plays the French horn (or some kind of similar instrument) and recommends Korean restaurants, BUT the last two shows he has some serious screen-time in which he is tied to a bed. I don't know what it is...but a recipe of hot guys with hot bodies with a little S&M thrown in...Sunday nights just might be my new favorite night of the week.