Kia ora e te whānau
Sometimes inspiration strikes just when you need it.
I knew I had to write a post before Christmas so that I could remind you all to send in your Best of the Decade mega-post contribution before the 26th December (in retrospect, what a bizarrely high-pressure due date! I’m giving you all an extension ‘til the 28th December).
But what to write about? I started and deleted about ten different posts - one about Hot Prince Charles (for God’s sake, please click the link for context), one about the boys of Star Wars (‘til the dreaded Online Discourse sucked all the fun out of talking about it), one about all the bad things about Christmas, one about all the good things about Christmas, Seinfeld (getting desperate), Jenny Lewis, Baby Yoda, you name it, I tried to write about it! But nothing felt quite right.
Until tonight. Because this appeared on my Twitter feed.
A tall, hairy glass of water with thighs you can set a watch to.
It is of course, James Wolk, “veteran prestige television actor” and the longtime object of my affection. This is a scene from his latest project, prestige television show Watchmen. Have I seen it? No! Much like books for adults, intelligent dramas intimidate me. Which means I have no context for this gif. None! But does it matter? Isn’t it nice to look at? (Over…. and over….)
Horny Twitter has been going predictably nuts:
And God, I just feel weirdly proud? Like I’ve stuck with him all these years through the highs and lows of his career and finally everyone else has seen the light…
If you like this hairy Ken doll as much as I do, I will curate some quality shirtless offerings specially for you:
*30 seconds of googling later* Oh wow, this was NOT hard.
Incredibly, these images come from nine different TV series, which begs the question: Is James Wolk ever not shirtless?
Disappointingly, his Instagram - mostly hot but clothed Dad content - seems to indicate yes. Do not worry, I will bravely dive into the dangerous depths of his old posts to fetch you the hottest torse nu photos:
That last shot is exceptionally dirty. My God.
I’ve gotta wrap up on account of work tomorrow (ugh) and feeling like a creeper for going on Sexy Topless Men dot com for an hour straight to get those sweet sweet screenshots. I’ll leave you with this, which I feel sums up the whole vibe of the last few hours pretty nicely:
(Fuck, I miss Happy Endings).
And if you think that’s the last of the James Wolk content on this newsletter you are sorely mistaken my friend. But it will have to wait til 2020, because right now I’m all about the
Best of the Decade mega post!!!!~~~~****
Just a reminder to get your contribution in to me by Saturday 28 December.
I really want to reiterate that this whole thing is meant to be fun and joyful, and not create any anxiety or worry. I know it’s a really stressful time of the year, and if that means your contribution is just a name of a celebrity and a gif, I would still appreciate it greatly. I’d much rather have lots of friends be involved in a small way than just me writing out another multi-thousand-word screed. Who needs that!
Look after yourself guys, we’re nearly done with 2019.
‘Til next time,
L x