Random Question of the Day

OK. I swear to gods there is context for this, but I think I'll get a better data set if I don't give it just yet. This poll is mostly for the male-bodied folks, but female-bodied folks are also welcome to answer, for the purposes of Science, and stuff.

[Poll #621624]

Also, in unrelated news, we watched Velvet Goldmine last night. We in this case means me, triadruid, and saffronhare. The film is beautiful, but really, really bad. The whole viewing experience was a little like Mystery Science Theater 3000, the Sexual Tension Edition. I mean, really, the only good bit about the film is that a)Ewan McGregor takes his pants off, b) Jonathan Rhys Meyers wears a dress, and c)Ewan McGregor's character and Jonathan Rhys Meyers' character shag. Which is, really, when you think about it, pretty good. Unfortunately, it's wrapped up in an overwrought piece of incomprehensible, badly-lit, badly-scripted fluff that for some reason also includes UFOs, Oscar Wilde, a mysterious fellow called Jack Fairy who may or may not even be involved in the plot of the film, but shows up at critical junctures anyway, and some fairly unlikely shots of schoolgirls and small boys, interspersed. Also, perhaps, Duran Duran. I'm not sure about that last bit. I wasn't sure about a lot of bits. Most of the movie was spent alternating between going "wow, that's hot" and "what the hell?".

Also, I totally have a complex now about the fact that I will never, ever, ever, be as pretty as Jonathan Rhys Meyers. Ah well.

Random Question of the Day

OK. I swear to gods there is context for this, but I think I'll get a better data set if I don't give it just yet. This poll is mostly for the male-bodied folks, but female-bodied folks are also welcome to answer, for the purposes of Science, and stuff.

[Poll #621624]

Also, in unrelated news, we watched Velvet Goldmine last night. We in this case means me, triadruid, and saffronhare. The film is beautiful, but really, really bad. The whole viewing experience was a little like Mystery Science Theater 3000, the Sexual Tension Edition. I mean, really, the only good bit about the film is that a)Ewan McGregor takes his pants off, b) Jonathan Rhys Meyers wears a dress, and c)Ewan McGregor's character and Jonathan Rhys Meyers' character shag. Which is, really, when you think about it, pretty good. Unfortunately, it's wrapped up in an overwrought piece of incomprehensible, badly-lit, badly-scripted fluff that for some reason also includes UFOs, Oscar Wilde, a mysterious fellow called Jack Fairy who may or may not even be involved in the plot of the film, but shows up at critical junctures anyway, and some fairly unlikely shots of schoolgirls and small boys, interspersed. Also, perhaps, Duran Duran. I'm not sure about that last bit. I wasn't sure about a lot of bits. Most of the movie was spent alternating between going "wow, that's hot" and "what the hell?".

Also, I totally have a complex now about the fact that I will never, ever, ever, be as pretty as Jonathan Rhys Meyers. Ah well.