Cody Linley

I’ve put this particular post in the back of my mind and have tried to avoid it (much like my Mormon post which strangely enough hasn’t gotten ANY comments at all (Or death threats for that matter, i wonder what would happen if i said something about Mohamed and the Shi’a, or how the Turkish are bunch of idiots. maybe i should write that one next).

Anyway, I’ve been putting it off. But I’ve grown bored and tired, and strangely valiant and courageous. (even in its own post i seem to be hesitating)

So, Cody Linley. Several things:

1-Way, way, WAY SEXY!

2- Hilarious, but not as much as his drop dead gorgeous partner Julianne (right? there are so many variants that i mess them up, you’d think an eidetic memory, yeah i know there is no such thing!, would remember that one version)

2.5- by the way, the dance in the white, whatever-its-called, was intensely reminiscent of William Blake. Strange but true. There is a tender eroticism in his poetry that nobody seems to get. And Cody especially drew into it, the motions, the desire covered with a nice overtone of emotion made for an overall very interesting dance.

3-I have laughed twice this week. One was during a Stephen Lynch performance, and once during Cody’s and Julianne’s backstage interview. (Cody did, in fact sweep a decent chunk of America off its feet, great job dude, if you were to ever read this, which i suppose would be very weird, for him (you?) at least, let’s not dwell on the thought)

4- Finally, completely unrelated to Cody, but deserving attention: i’ve finally manage to burst though my writer’s equivalent of the Great Wall of China, and got writing a long short story, a short novel, whatever it’s supposed to be called. Its interesting i think, and i’m about hafway though.

So, in retrospect, Cody Linley is incredibly sexy. He needs to wear more white whatever-they’re-called’s, and he DID look like a little kid at a candy store, and like man at a strip club, who has no idea what to go for first.

I’m not sure which is weirder.

Newfound Guilty Pleasure: Dancing With the Stars

I have never really been a fan of Dancing with the Stars. I’ve been a huge fan of the Mexican incarnation of the show, but the American Version never quite caught my eye, until Monday night, well, Wednesday, when i found the show on ABC.com since I missed it because of Heroes.

One of my fist questions was: whose brilliant idea was it to include the old lady (whose name alas, i have forgotten (no disrespect meant to the old lady) sure she may be strong but she’s old! Dancing in this competition is clearly not for her, i really want to go scream at the doctor who approved that!!

But in my opinion, the stage belonged to Cody Linley. (two things: One, that is one amazing body! and Two: Damn, that guy can move!, plus his partner is . . . interesting-looking?) Although he did carry that universally complacent rebel attitude about him, he managed to impress me, and dance, which i suppose is the whole point of the competition.

Dance is of course, one thing that i cannot do, and one thing that i will never do. i am just not capable of that kind of happiness i suppose, that kind of display. Although my ideas are often on display, there is something terribly mundane about dancing. I understand the emotional and, if no other word can describe it, spiritual power of dance, but i really cannot participate. Maybe that’s why seeing other people dance is so interesting, because you can tell quite a bit about them, in their dance.

So anyway, back to Dancing with the Stars. Kim Kardashian, who if it weren’t for Chelsea Handler, i would have no idea who the hell she is,  was voted off, which means that there are ten couples left, and my favorite (Julianne and Cody, naturally) are still there, making me happy, (usually the people i like get voted off competitions fairly quickly, a good example of my eccentric tastes perhaps?) Although (strange i keep using that word today) i don’t think that Cody and Julianne count as odd favorites. Maybe the age thing Cody being eighteen and all, but that just means he has more energy and, anthropologically speaking, more to gain in all relevant fields. He already has the sex appeal (at least, i think he does), his body can take more damage (unlike Cloris, her elasticity and healing properties are gone, much like a cup of already boiled green tea leaves) and the girl he’s paired with would give anyone incentive to aim for the stars (bad pun fully intended)

In overview, i have a newfound guilty pleasure: Dancing with the Stars, oh, and green tea, the one at starbucks, i am not kidding.