Tangent Tuesday: You Call That A Beard, Son?

I have been a very bad duck! I've neglected my blog for almost a week! This is terrible, but I've not been in a writing, chatting kind of mood. Last night, however, I was on a tear about something and wrote up a little something.

And shock! It has to do with Ed...sort of. He's a feature, for certain.

Anyway, without further ado here are the mad ramblings of...me!

You Call That A Beard, Son?

Okay, so earlier I was on Facebook (shock!) perusing through the ‘Most Recent’ list and see that Ketel One has posted something and in vain (as always) I go to their page to see if maybe, just maybe they’ve brought Ed back for their advertising. I know they haven’t, but a girl can dream, right?

Not surprising, dream shattered, again. Oh, well, but for further punishment to my Ed Quinn loving psyche, I click on one of their ‘newest ads’, again, in the vain hope that I’ll glimpse Ed. Again, dream shattered because no matter how much I’d like to have the commercial reshot with Ed in it and re-aired just for my personal viewing pleasure, I know that hasn’t happened because Ketel One could give a shit less about my hard-on for Ed Quinn.

Anyway, in viewing this commercial (no, I won’t link you to the new ad(s), but I may link you to the series Ed’s in because…I lurves him and I should thank KO for airing those about a year or so ago and reminding me just how hot that Nathan Stark guy was and kick starting a flood of ideas of which I haven’t had in forever – so, thanks) I noticed most of the adolescent males within are sporting what I assume are supposed to be full beards.

I say “assume” because they aren’t full by any stretch of the imagination. Patchy, spotty, and sad are how I’d describe these “beards” and the ‘men’ to which they're attached are little more than boys just this side of puberty. Come on, Ketel One, if you want me to buy the ‘gentlemen’ thing, you’re gonna have to give me actual men who can grow real beards and have the life experience to know how to treat a real woman.

Boys, if you want tips on how to grow an actual beard, you should talk to Ed because that man can grow one hell of a beard. Full, thick, and masculine…I love Ed Quinn and his beard. Just thinking about it makes me tingle from my scalp to my toes. That isn’t even hyperbole, it’s literal: an actual tingle runs the course of my body just imagining it. *sigh*

Don’t get me wrong, I love Ed in all his various forms: long hair/five o’clock shadow, short hair/five o’clock shadow, long hair/clean shaven, short hair/clean shaven, etc, etc, etc…he has so many pulchritudinous visages, it would take a considerable amount of time in which to scribe them all, and I love each and every one, I just don't hold the patience required to do so.

However, above all I love that man with a beard gracing that handsome face. To me, it softens him and takes years off his already Dick Clark-esque ability of not aging much over the last twelve or so years (maybe longer, I haven’t been able to see much further back than that). I was astounded to find he’s in his forties – WHAT?! I’m still not so sure I buy it *shiftyeye*.

The one thing that could make Ed Quinn and his beard sexier is if there were some gray hairs in it. The idea of a few flecks of gray sprinkled throughout makes my mouth water. Again, not hyperbole, but again he has that not aging thing working in his favor, so I’ll enjoy him and his dark hair as they are.

Although, I do love an older man and it explains a lot about his appeal for me when I watch him do…whatever he’s doing in whatever it is I happen to be enjoying (re-watched House of the Dead 2 the other day and realized how smoking hot he is throughout, even covered in blood and guts). He never fails to bring an enormous grin to my face.

Okay, so that was a tangent! At any rate, I couldn’t help but be irritated by all these pretty boy wannabes and their sad little ‘beards’ disguised as ‘gentlemen’. Please. You show me a twenty-five year old male, who knows draping his jacket over a woman’s shivering shoulders, granting her comfort at the expense of his own, is chivalrous and will gain him more favor than ignoring her for eight days and I’ll show you a shitty picture of Ed Quinn.

Read: ain’t gonna happen. I’ll look, but I’ve scoured the net (I don’t know what the deal is with him…my other celebrity muses have never been so…persistent and cooperative – short portfolio notwithstanding) and so far he’s just dead sexy in pretty much everything I’ve been able to view. So, don’t hold your breath.

In closing, Ketel One, you had me with your previous advertising in 2009/10 because I’m more than just a tad fond of the masculine adult male, but I prefer them with a little bit of experience in those chin whiskers they call ‘beards’. It's obvious the sophisticated adult female is not your target audience or you'd give us women men to look at and not boys.

xoxo

Dawn

As promised Ed's Ketel One commercials:
Side Note: notice how Ed's beard is the sole beard to stand out. Jus' sayin'.

What I Learned in Kindergarten Wednesday

I realize I didn't post yesterday, but let's just come to terms early on in this relationship that it's likely I'm going to miss days. Hopefully, not many, but I'm just not always feeling the need to write and in order for whatever it is I'm talking/thinking about to come out even remotely coherently, I need to want to write about it. Otherwise, you get a bunch of garbled mess, which I'm trying desperately to avoid!

Anyway, I was too busy dancing around my house to Madonna. Starting with True Blue, which brought back so many great memories, I'm going to have to keep it on my favorites. I was eight or nine when it came out and I remember dancing on our pool deck (hand-built by my father, as our pool was also dug by himself! I'm tellin' you my dad is a BAMF) with the cassette tape playing the tape deck rocking out with my neighborhood girlfriends. Fun! But, I digress...it was a tangent alright, just not one that allowed me to sit down long enough to type out anything about how it was making me feel. So, that was it in a nutshell!

Anyway, today I sent off a letter to a production company to see if they'd be interested in working with me. I went in sort of silly, but that's my personality and I figure, this is how I'm going to be when they meet me face to face, so why act one way I'm not right off?

What does this have to do with What I Learned In Kindergarten? Well, in kindergarten, I was taught about manners (like anyone uses those these days, seriously) and to always be polite and gracious. I've been those two things my entire life and I've learned that really only those who are aggressive in some form will get anywhere. I've been too afraid to be aggressive in things that I've wanted for myself for whatever reason and I'm done. I'm not going to be an outright bitch about things, but I am gonna do Me and do it well. ;)

My script's getting picked up and I'm getting this thing going!

Tangent Tuesday

So it's looking more and more likely that I won't get a post up for Movie Review today for yesterday, so I'm not going to kid myself into thinking I will.

What I am going to do is post something from YouTube because it's what I'm looking at and in awe with at the moment. Shockingly, no, it has nothing to do with Ed Quinn. Can you even believe that? *lol*

So, anyway, last night I started to giggle to myself just thinking about an old Animaniacs cartoon where Yakko, Wakko, and Dot all enter a room with Wakko entering last and shaking hands with someone via his knee. I mentioned this to my husband, who was curious as to what the hell I was laughing at and he informed me that it's in fact a Marx Brothers thing. Makes sense that I'd have no idea because I didn't watch them. Princess Stephanie did, but I didn't. Hubbs thought it was Groucho who did that, but when he said Marx Brothers, I knew it had to be Harpo. I enlisted the help of Princess Stephanie and she informed me I was correct.

I've been laughing about it all day, so I went to YouTube to find a video of Harpo actually doing aforementioned action and while I haven't found one, yet, I did find a clip that's just as awesome.

This clip really has it all. Classic music, classic comedy, classic instrument. It makes me crave my cello. <3