





James Marsters' recent appearance on Lie To Me makes his age abundantly clear (Spike can't be 47!). And Alexis Denisof can only be Wesley-circa-Angel-Season-4 to me (yes, the disgruntled, unshaven, and tortured version).
I once loved Jared Leto, but after that torturous look, and his insistence on trying to uglify himself, I prefer to just think of him as Jordan Catalano. Jason Dohring has disappeared from the face of the planet, although I really actually just love Logan Echolls.
And to think I'm not above watching a movie or TV show just because there are cute guys on it: I love Ed Westwick as Chuck Bass, but so far the character's much better than the actor (though Mr. Westwick has an English accent, so it's a wash). Taylor Kitsch is on Friday Night Lights, but I'm worried that he might not be as crush-worthy if he cleaned up.
I mean, I watched Jack & Jill and Wasteland (Coffeeboy!!!), for crying out loud. That's just different levels of why(?!?!?!). (Answer: Ivan Sergei, Justin Kirk, and Adam Scott.)

Sure, there's James Franco:

And oh, all right: I heart the angel Castiel (from Supernatural). He showed up before this whole angel craze, and he's everything "fallen angel" that I wanted from City Of Angels (Misha Collins' Castiel is so 'Wings of Desire' it's awesome)
See? I can make with the Christmas season. I ended on the note of a frakking angel.





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