[danny/steve words of some non-sexual rating]

continuing in the tradition of writing about danny and steve sleeping when i can't sleep. too tired for introductions with coding & capital letters and also, quite probably, sense-making. vrrrrrroom bed now.

( less a deluge than a drought )

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HELLO, LIVEJOURNAL, HOW NICE TO SEE YOU UP AND RUNNING AGAIN. *Shakes fist* It had better keep it together for the rest of the afternoon, or we are going to have words.

Seriously, you guys, I am having a day, a day full of the stomach flu and also the stomach flu. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME, STOMACH. We are in a cease-fire right this moment, and I am hoping it lasts long enough for me to make it to the deli and get some matzo ball soup.

It will not be as good as mine, of course, but beggars cannot be choosers.

ANYWAY, I AM HERE TO SAY A COUPLE OF QUICK THINGS ABOUT MONDAY'S HAWAII FIVE-0, complete with screencaps from midnight_road, whose brilliance I would not have discovered without thegrrrl2002's last post. THANK YOU GUYS; YOU SAVED THE INTERNET FROM MY TERRIBLE SCREENSHOTS WITH THE LITTLE CLICKY BAR STILL IN THEM BECAUSE I AM BAD AT EVERYTHING ♥

( Really, this will just take a second of your time... )

do the caan caan caan

So, wheres_walnut commented on my last entry about how she is not into H50, but wow, Scotty Caan with the well-fitted shirts. And see, my plan was to go get some soup (which SEEMS TO HAVE CURED MY ILLNESS HOORAY) and then come back and leave a bunch of Caan in a reply comment, but. Thing is, Burro, who understands me in my soul, showed up right after I got back with the soup. "I hear you are not feeling well," he said. "Let us watch Ocean's 11."

SCOTTY CAAN FOREVER, YOU GUYS. SCOTTY CAAN OF EVERY VINTAGE. BB!SCOTTY CAAN, CRINKLY EYED!SCOTTY CAAN, ALL OF THE SCOTTY CAAN. EVERYTHING IS SCOTTY AND NOTHING HURTS.

Point is, I am officially declaring it Scott Caan Appreciation Day here in this journal, and below the cut there are a bunch of pictures of him filling out those shirts. And filling out...the air around him...because hnnnng, hnnnnng, Christ that man is pretty.



EYES PEELED, GUYS. IT'S SCOTTY TIME.

( I TAKE NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR THE HEART ATTACKS THE CONTENTS OF THIS POST MAY INDUCE. )

In conclusion: wheres_walnut, Scott Caan is sexual napalm. I hope all is clear to you now.